[Muse]

After long and lingering days of constant activity, Tyrael shifted and made his way up the set of stairs of the Draconis tower in Moszabbar. He had just helped his Mistress up and into her own bedroom, as he stopped on his floor and opened the door from the stairwell, walking straight ahead to his room. He opened the door to his room and slammed it shut, not really caring whether or not Shebali was present in her room that was next to his or not. He sat down at his writing desk, and removed a brand new book bound with black leather. He opened it to the very first page, dipped an already present feather quill into an already present ink well and began to write in fluent Mulhorandi letters...

"The days grow longer, and more tiring. My constant efforts to remain a presence of command for the legionnaires here in the Thazalhar legion makes me try and whip them into shape as often as I can. I can only hope that the current officers will get off of their lazy couches and start becoming active with the new threats made by the cultists of Eltab and the now three attacks where we have lost dozens of legionnaires."

Tyrael took a long inhale, with a sharp exhale and re-dipped his writing utensil and began to write even more.

"As time grows on, the long, nine months of Mistress Renee's pregnancy I hope will come to an end soon. It is quite stressful since I was claimed by her, and when I am away helping the supreme thayan knight commander with tasks or aiding my friends with tasks, I can only worry and stress over her current safety. But I know she will call upon me when she needs me. The constant strain on my mind to protect Mistress Renee and her unborn child will forever be on my mind. But I am conflicted.. The two most important people in my life, my mistress, and my love Amalia are both in pregnancy.. It will test me more than I have ever been tested before. But I will lay down my life before I let anything happen to these women and their unborn children."

Tyrael re-dipped his quill and resumed.

"I can only hope that this new decree that Knight Lachlan and I have thrown together will gather the support of some of the most powerful figures in Thay. The current states of the legions is sloppy, of course except for the Eltabbar legion that is whipped into shape by Tribune Baxter. The Lapendrar still lies in shambles, and the Priador still gathers more and more commoners and filth upon their enlisted ranks. It is the upmost priority that the five core cities that are accessible by the crossroads of Thay be at their peak of efficiency as far as their legions. Knight Lachlan says he can gather an audience with Zulkir Thrul and Tharchion Dimon. And I trust him, one hundred percent. He has proven to be a valuable ally with a similiar mindset that I also share that has also shared many similiar experiences to mine. I will call upon him for advice whenever needed, as in the past I myself have proved to be too kind to those of the likes of Lieutenant Maximilian and Marister."

Tyrael stopped writing and let a smirk kick onto his face as he dipped his quill once more and finished writing.

"He proves to have the most.. effective suggestions."

He laid his quill down and slowly closed his journal with a long, deep breath as he stood up and changed from his armor to his comfortable clothing, and immediately dove into his bedding for a much needed night of sleep.