Elexandre (mentioned)

Hot tea…While the cups she had while staying with the Argent Vanguard had been bland in comparison to previous ones she had savored, they still had the euphoric effect of refreshing old memories that came with the warmth and taste.  Cups shared with friends and colleagues at a table in one of the inns or in the comfort of a charming cake shop.  Cups shared at the estate, smiling across the table at her friend, love, and husband as they took sanctuary in themselves from the turmoil of Silvermoon’s politics.

She frowned at her reflection in the tea, the bitter reminder settling in like the leaves at the bottom of the cup: her more recent cups had been savored alone.

 A very old, battered and what was once a little black book, but now mostly faded back to a pale, tamer sort of gray book were found on a desk in a hidden location somewhere in Undercity, its contents exposed, pages filled with neat, formal handwriting torn out in places or blotted out, with one freshly inked entry. 

Dear Diary. There was a slient pause, as the next words filled a few lines after the title

It's been a while. There has been so many things happening, since the last entry, that I have had not managed to fill the pages with, and it would be far too much to fill the pages, and not only that, there are things I'd rather forget.