Your letter was late in arriving. It seems to have reached the Orgrimmar camps at the same time we were sailing for what is now called Nazjatar. I hope you didn’t take the long wait awry.
I’ve thought of you the past few days. I don’t have an easy answer to your question. My worries are not the sort to commit to paper when in the middle of a war front, I’m afraid. The damp has also taken many of our supplies, and I must keep letters short to save on paper. Understandably the kelfin do not have much of it down here to spare.
All I can say is I will try, and I hope this does not fall to ruin. And if you ask what, the answer is anything you can think of.