My work is done. The gnome got help and has now left my den, transformed from grub to butterfly. Perciver Kikentai no Ichi really did make a difference, and is well worth my token of gratitude. It's funny, the gnome doesn't know it, but she's actually paying the Perceiver herself, since the jewelry I'm giving is made from the metals Driva gave me long ago.

The circle is complete, and I'm finally left to fend for myself again.

Great. Just lovely. I find the Perceiver and drag her all the way out to Azuremyst, something I suspect she's not too happy about, only to find the little vixen I hid here gone. She better not have gotten far, I'll wring her neck if I have done this in vain.

When I heard that Perceiver Kikentai became a Windcaller I sought out Farseer Umbrua in Stormwind. The shamanic ways are new to us draenei, brought to us by Farseer Nobundo the Broken.

I know the Ichi family was close to Vindicator Nobundo before the invasion of Shattrath, so it does not surprise me Perceiver Kikentai choose to follow his path. Calling the winds does does not seem to me to be very far from calling the soul.

Then again, I live so close to nature; to me wind, soil, water and fire is soul.

Perceiver Kikentai no Ichi walks Elwynn Forest. I will catch up with her today.

I asked around in Exodar for a Perceiver, but the only one known to be on Azeroth is one of the Ichi family, and she wandered off after the crash.

I didn't feel at ease abandoning the gnome in my den, but I can not help her on my own for sure. I left her with Phédre. They can spit fire on eachother; it will perhaps keep the little one too busy to think about hurting herself.

I've come to Stormwind in search for the Perceiver. I hear she's a Windcaller by trade now. This city is so full of ignorant people, it makes my head ache. I search among the draenei exiles here and question people if they've seen a heavily tattooed draenei with black fingertips in these parts.

They have.

It never was my intention to treat anyone badly, but things slipped my mind, and now I stand reminded that I have a debt to pay.

My den will be occupied by another for a while. She's become a foul creature, spitting malice and drinking venom, with eyes dead as the sea at night.

It breaks my heart. I'm thinking about venturing back into Exodar to pay for the services of a Perceiver.

I find that civilization amuses me. This somewhat distresses me, because I think that inside that though rests a cynical point of view that I'm not sure goes well with who I want to be. Brooding over the fact clashes further with my intentions.

There was a horrid draenei in here earlier, making a fool out of himself, disgracing our race. He reminded me of a lot of things. Why I'd rather sleep on a wet, rocky slope over a swamp filled with crocolisks than in Exodar, for example.

Now, being in the presence of yappering humans and greedy goblins made me so dizzy I walked straight into a door beam and begun to think that I actually could get something out of them. It's the only explanation I can think of that made me go to the Lion's Pride inn in Goldshire. The surroundings are not my favorite, although lush and full of animal life, and the inn I've never visited before.

I'm being bored to death and the peasants that mingle around me stink of their petty lives. One of them, a drunkard who has to watch himself in a mirror every two seconds keep eyeballing me. I can't believe how th... oh.

Uhm.

He smashed his mirror to the ground and stomped on it. I'll just... Oh sod it, I can't remember what I was thinking.