(2025-01-19) Welcome to Uldaman

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Author:	Saaron
Summary:	Azizia writes in her new journal, about her adventures in… Uldaman?
Rating:	T for Teen

01/13/29

Dear journal,

Back to the squad I am. It's night, in this place with the tigertaurs, Uldaman. They do not have clothes made for me, obviously, so I was right to buy so much before coming here.

Many things are happening, of course. Deathwing flying by, we get caught by ugly little men, and we fight treasure hunters while looking for antivenom… Or something along those lines, maybe not in that order.

My teammates worry about the sun. Isn't the sun good? I never had any issue with it. I do need to drink more water ever. I keep forgetting.

The king seems difficult. He complained about how we saved his brother and started a war with some of his people, even though they work with an evil djinn. So what? Should we have let his brother to maybe die? I don't agree with this.

Anyway, something great about being on Blue Squad is that I get to work with Miss Cress again! I've missed her. She's the only person I've really opened up to on Azeroth. As long as I'm by her side, she will be kept safe. Plus I get to spend more time with Marina, too! This elemental is one of my teachers as a healer, after all.

Mr. Colson is also great to see again. He's very capable and doesn't say ridiculous things, like Mr. Alysson. I like Mr. Colson, although it is difficult for me to truly make friend with someone so cold. I am not an example of warmth either, so there is a block of ice between us, and I will not be the one to break it.

Mr. Sil is good to have on our missions. He is also a friend, and we always find things to talk about. Sometimes gossip even, and I love to hear those!

Mr. Dane is okay. A good leader, but we butt heads in the past. I feel they put me on his squad because they fear I would break another squad leader in two, if they had another one than Mr. Ben, too.

Anyway, I have an appointment in a store to get custom jewelry from one of the locals. I'm looking forward for it. I'll maybe wear it, the day we kill that Deathwing.

Goodbye, dear journal.