It is rare indeed that any Proudhorn feels the need to write their words on paper. Yet these are difficult times. Jeddek composes a letter and, in the early hours of Friday, it is delivered back to the owl stationed at the Proudhorn camp.
He is not accustomed to using the alphabet and his handwriting is huge and full of errors. This time he does not allow it to be redrafted by a more practiced elder. His words are his own unfiltered voice:
You articulate well in writing, Clawheart, but I too have eyes to see. The world has been changed by this war and your people no longer behold us as the friends we were. With the climate of hostilities as they are, I do not believe it would be possible to accept your offer of assistance even if it were my will to do so.
My people desire only to live their lives the best way they know how. To that end, we will be leaving into the mountains soon. Do not attempt to follow us for, wary as we have grown, we do not desire the company of those whom are not our kin.
To talk of ‘faith in the Tauren people’, you must first understand us. You talk of nature, duty, to protect the wildlands from the corrupting threats to the North. Consider that my people are of nature also. It is my belief that we as Shu’halo hold no more inherent value than the stags we consume yet that is the way of life.
Allow us to continue to live according to our nature. Perhaps by doing so, the ancient Tauren spirit will continue. Perhaps by being as we’ve always been, we will remind some of those who are lost of a simpler more peaceful time.
I will think of your people, and the old alliance of the Kaldorei and the Shu’halo, when I look again to the night. The Earthmother’s Eye and the stars twinkling by her side. Are they not brothers? Do they not look content?
Ancestors guide your path.
Jeddek Proudhorn