*feangren wakes up, and decides to go out of the manor. It can't be bad to see the light of day. Well, actually it's no good abusing it either. Once the door opened, he notices a bunch of envelopes on the ground.*

A new complaint from the Explorers League, a notification letter from the Undercity guards to the Necrogineer Gamhea (he might have made another district of the city explode, I guess), a few bills and a letter from the Azeroth Gazette, asking for news.

Hmm...

*feangren goes back to his office in the manor's attic, and after removing from the table some tortunring instruments, he takes a paper and a pencil*

Dear editor in chief of the Azeorth Gazette,

I'm sorry to answer to your letter so late, but when you're lost in a parallel dimension because of a defective gnomo-teleport, you do as you can.

Anyway, to answer your question, the manor is ok. Our two best video makers of the fundation, meaning the most illustrious feangren (myself), and the most brillliant Khamúl, have recently released their productions, Wanderings of an Essplorer et A Paladin's Journey. It took us months of intensive work, so we're soon going to go on a holiday with our fans.

Otherwise, one of our residents may have found that a llama invasion is gettnig closer, so we're probably going to reinforce the defenses of our dear manor, so htat we're not surprised as last time.

Likewise, a strange illness seems to have been caught by some inhabitants of the manor : they have hallucinations (for some of them, that lasts for hours!), and when they wake up they start to talk about a certain "da boluo" and want to eat three pineapples right after that. This is a complete mystery. I've started to investigate, but I haven't found anything for the time being. I even feel like I'm starting to be also contaminated!

Our astrologists have noticed that there's been a lot of fog lately. According to their analysis, these mists come from the south of Azeroth, and something big is on the verge of happening. While looking for a guinea pig that had escaped gnome friend who was lost, I've found a piece of paper that had "MoP" written on it. As of now, I don't know what that means.

I wish you a nice day,

feangren

*feangren folds the letter in an envelope, and places it on the mails to be sent pile. Let's hope that the one responsible for the sending thinks about it.*