I'm running out of cities to look in...

...no? Ah well. It was worth a try. I don't suppose you could suggest where I could look for my brother next, sir?

Oh. Speaking of suggestions, I don't want to be rude, but... perhaps you could talk to the goblin zeppelin company about getting a zeppelin tower built here? Thunder Bluff is an awfully long run from Orgrimmar when you don't have a horse. *sigh*

Nice to meet you again, sir.

...he said that? Um. Oh dear. But that was months ago and you haven't seen him since? *sigh* thank you...

My Lady?

...I'm sure you'll remember if you've seen him lately. He's not at all respectful of authority...

(Um. Lady Sylvanus? Have you had a makeover? I think your new look really suits you!)

Excuse me, sir...

...have you seen my brother? About my height, warlock, ratty green hair...

Jolene?

  Dangermouse dear? I think you must know a different Jolene to the one I've met - she seems quite nice, not the type to steal your man (erm, I wasn't aware you had one, but, well...), though she says she's quite cold-blooded enough to suit any Forsaken. Being a warlock and all.

  She hasn't seen Cal, though. *sigh*

  (There was singing, if you're wondering what I'm talking about.)

Still looking...

  No sign of Calindrava. I'm getting really worried - nobody's seen him since just before the Scourge invasion! I checked all the places he sometimes leaves messages for people, too (not that he leaves messages for ANYONE very often, hmph!), and nothing.

  I keep telling myself I shouldn't panic. He may be my little brother, but he's been stronger than me for a while now... not that I'd ever admit it to him. But then I can't help thinking, "no matter how strong you are, there's always someone stronger..."

Oh dear.

  Is it safe to come out yet?

  I've been hiding in Silvermoon for... oh dear, it has been a while. There were Scourge! Everywhere! Not the Scourge you get down the Dead Scar, not Scourge like Knucklerot and Luzran, not even Scourge like Dar'Khan Drahir. Infectious Scourge!

  One of them hit me. I got away, long enough for some of the Silvermoon Guards to kill it, and I was able to cleanse the infection from my blood-- er, ichor-- but before I managed to cast the spell I heard something... whispering to me. And I think I remembered things. Things from before I woke up Forsaken. If those memories were real, I was Scourge. For a little while, at least.  If those memories were real... I truly did not want to go back to that.

  So I stayed in Silvermoon, and cleansed the new Scourge Plague from everyone I could, until it got stronger and my spells wouldn't affect it any more, and then I hid.

  (Did you know there's a basement underneath the tailor shop in Silvermoon City? The leper gnome workers are slightly creepy, but the succubus in charge is really very sweet.)

  Now the Scourge seem to be all gone, but there are strange new sort-of undead around, from every race, and their voices are awfully disturbing. They remind me of the whispers. They seem to be accepted, but hopefully they won't mind if I don't get too close to any of them just yet.

  ...Oh dear.

  I may have hidden too long.

  I can't find Calindrava!