Nerefen's Log Book: Durotar

This book Appears as ripped, spine bent book that lays somewhere in the barren wastes of Durotar buried in a sand dune. It has a brown cover and its pages where made out of heavy parchment with fading black ink. The last few pages are blank, but it appears that they have been spilt with something that looks like blood and smells like coffee ...
==History==
This is the log book of the mercenary Nerefen Hal'norei while he was travelling throughout The Barrens and Durotar. If handed over to him he might be grateful, but seeing Nerefen has made many enemies, it might fetch more of a price to the right person.
The entries are written in Common.
14th of the 6th of the 23rd year since the Orcish invasion.
I swear, this could be One of the most tedious journeys in my life! At least from My Magic's I can sustain myself in this parching heat. It doesn't help that I'm slightly Pyrophobic as well. I Prefer the harsh cold of Icecrown personally. What I really would like right now is a nice mug of <The ink is smudged for a few lines and then returns to normal> and besides, why did I have insult that warlock? He's given me a terrible itch as respite just because he's vengeful. I mean, I'll get that idiot back when he wouldn't see it, maybe when I next go to the crossroads again.
17th of the 6th of the 23rd year since the Orcish invasion. 
I recall hearing word before I set off that there was a Hussle in Quel'thalas about the Sunwell. I never trusted the Damn thing much, so if its back there's just going to be more trouble which I won't be a part of as it's over there and I'm Over here, So If it does come back, I'm staying in Kalimdor for a while, Maybe in Winterspring where its more my climate. Anyway today I found that after a quick reprisal to rest my aching feet and when I got back up I found that one of my packs had been stolen! It was the one with all of my maps in, including a compass and some food. Being deeply annoyed, I hoisted my remaining shoulder bag and walked away. Oh well, at least I Have a lighter load ...
18th of the 6th of the 23rd year since the Orcish invasion. 
Today went fairly better then yesterday. I killed a couple of boars for food and began carving there tusks to make darts. 
I made a makeshift shelter to sleep in tonight. I've gone 2 days without food water and rest. I had all of them tonight, even if they were little of quantity, it kept me going. I spent some time thinking about philosophy and then dozed off.
19th of the 6th of the 23rd year since the Orcish invasion.
I had a weird dream last night. I was standing in a pale, green tinted desert. In the dream I walked forward. I saw the edge of the world. it seemed that it was just a drop to nothingness. I heard a voice say My name behind me. Before I turned round I woke up because of that stupid itch! Bug'rit, now I'll never know what was going to happen next! Damn I am going to kill that warlock if I ever see him again. Actually, I wonder If I'm ever going to see anybody again. I am Dehydrated, tired, Completely lost and Now Hallucinating. Earlier today I saw a Vision of two travellers who were deciding if i was dead or not, and if alive if to take me to the nearest town. Of course they where a vision, who would take somebody they found lying in a sand dune in the middle of the desert to hospitality? I mean Seriously?
<The pages carry on quite a bit, though becoming less legible, probably from starvation, Dehydration and fatigue. Possibly a bit of dementia thrown in too>
==Trivia==
This is one of the many Log books Of Nerefen Hal'norei and there will be more to come.
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