Keeper Taiev,
I am writing this report on my whereabouts to dispell the statements of my 'death'. While it was true that I was overwhelmed in Zangarmarsh by a large force of Naga, they took me in for their slave army. It was not long before a Cenarion-sent force mobilised within their Pens and, thankfully, liberated me (however, they could not identify me). I was wounded and shaken - I still bear the scars of their slavemasters - and moved myself into Shattrath as a refugee.
My first thought was to get back onto my feet. The experience had left me more than a little traumatised, and I found solace and welcome amoungst the Scryers of Shattrath - the Sindorei 'traitors' to Kael'thas cause. They cared for me, let me know of their work, their projects, and their plight. It is with them that I learned and grew. Many would scoff at an alliance with the Sindorei - but these are different.
I have had the honour of working with them for quite some time, training and growing, but most of all recovering, and now I am ready to be brought back into the fold. My duty is first and foremost to the Silvereye, and thus I am eager to resume active duty. There is more that I would discuss with you in private, but this is all in due time.
Signed,
Venia Stillnight
"You may find that you can read me like an open book, but you'll quickly find this book is more of a mystery novel. Who knows what the shocking conclusions will be, hrmm?"
10 years post Hyjal;
"Venia - what happened to you? Did you fall or were you pushed?"
"Fall? Pushed? Hah. I leapt, and I soared."
