Translation by: Myroya - Quel'Thalas, Andrew Hallam
Almost two months past.
I have accepted the fact that
Azeroth is not a dream. The first joys of exploration have died away, when
faced with the sad reality - we, the players are strangers here. I have not
known anything about this world.
Also I cannot find my guild. Apparently there were not so many of us -
newcomers: They say about ten million people play the game. In Stormwind, there
was clearly not that many - otherwise the city would long ago have burst at the
seams. However, they could be in Dalaran as it was an overpopulated center of
trade. But even those that lived here were more than enough. The city could not
provide shelter to everybody, so very soon a settlement appeared at the edge of
the port, in an abandoned shipyard. The most influential or rather numerous and
"adult" guilds took several unfinished ships. Smaller guilds or
singles, housed around them, putting sheds or boxes along the walls, nestling
like barnacles on the bottom of an old ship.
