Sancha

Caeta had been awoken by a Cavalier commander of some sort. His demeanour had suggested to her that he felt himself more important then his rank should allow and too stupid to be of any constructive use, a lieutenant, she had decided. She had been rushed sleepily out of the tower she had called home since the invasion of Silvermoon. There was barely a chance to look around the village, which had managed to escape all but a few small scourge raiding parties before she was hurried into a hawkstrider pulled carriage that shot off the moment she was inside. The road was rough, and the speed they travelled at didn't help when her stomach started protesting.

Soon however there were called out commands and voices, the carriage slowed and the bumping around smoothed out rather considerably. Caeta pulled back the delicate shades of the carriage and peered out. The land around her was starting to look grey and drab, it was still early morning but the sun was disappearing behind a thick, dark, unnatural haze.
"We'll be entering the plaguelands soon m'lady" Caeta peered up at the armoured cavalier that had cantered up upon seeing her head poke out of the window. He smiled at her.
"I'm afraid, this will be the last of the sun you'll see until you return, the magics of the lich king darken the skies across all the former kingdom of Lordaeron"
Caeta sighed "Great".
She turned her head to look back towards where' they'd come and was mildly surprised to see that her carriage was at the head of a convoy of people. But of course it made sense, she thought, these would all be assistants, arcanists and technicians, volunteers like her. Something seemed off with them, and it took a few minutes of gazing at them to put her finger on it. They were all so sullen and defeated. There were close to a hundred of them she guessed, and they all looked so, so dismal. It must be fear of the plaguelands, and the waning sun Caeta decided, maybe a few had, had their arms twisted into going. She leant back into the cabin and sighed heavily. Three days, three days of travelling at this pace, with no real company and through undead infested lands before they'd reach Undercity. She reached for a compiled set of notes on the forsaken that she'd been provided with, as she'd be as much an ambassador as anything. Politics made her head spin but it was worth it to be part of this project. Caeta peered out of the window and caught the cavalier glancing at her. The elf smiled to herself and started reading the notes. Well, maybe there'd be some company after all.

((Having some difficulty writing this, which is odd...as I know the full story in me head))