**A letter has been left just inside the 'mouth' of a mailbox in Iron Forge. It has been opened, and reads:**

Everything changed after the accident.

Every morning, another layer of skin is peeling from an arm, a leg--my face. I know what I am becoming, but hopefully there will be a cure before it's...too late.

My alchemy is advancing in leaps and bounds, on days when I am strong enough to collect the ingredients I need.

I've been asked to travel to Stormwind, but am unable to make the strenuous journey on the tram. There are some herbs in the forest there, that are foreign to me...perhaps they hold my ...our..salvation.

I am forced to bind my appendages in tight linen strips, only allowing my eyes to remain bare...for now. If any of my brethren were to figure out what I am becoming, they would surely kill me--and I must keep working...I must.

There have been rumors..talk of reclaiming our city. I have heard these rumors since before the accident...but I think this time may be ..different.

I want you to know--I intend to fight this time. My body may not survive combat, but there is nothing that...traitor can throw at me that I am not already suffering from. I want you to have what I had always hoped for...a real home.

I do not know the exact time in which we will take to battle--but I will keep in touch, somehow. Understand that I am not sacrificing myself--I am learning from my mistakes. I hope you will understand.

The pen grows heavy in my grasp, brother. Please...keep everyone safe and tell them I love you all.

For Gnomeregan!!

all my love,

Thrii

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