Close my eyes and let the love light guide me home

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Your Ulitej is thinking of you now more than ever. Ours was a forsaken love on autofollow many Silvermoons ago, the short-lived adventures of the undead. Nevertheless, you have always been my hearthstone in the wilderness, my waystone in the maw, my spirit healer in the clutches of death.

But we chose different covenants, and are on separate campaigns now. You still seek to understand, and I abandoned that quest long ago — love needs reason like priests need swords. You seek to gain the talent to dispel something that I do not even view as a debuff. After all, plate may be a heavy weight to bear, but it makes the wearer stronger.