I was surprised to find Master Ryutan in the Dawn this evening.

We talked for some time after his orc companion grew so angry with me that he left.

I would have liked to have gotten to know him, if nothing else, to understand why he was so frustrated with me and my behavior.

I was the perfect model of polite host. Yet still he raged at me and bared those tusks.

Orcs have tusks like trolls. I never thought of this before, but then, I have not seen one up close in a very, very long time.

I wonder if he remembers Draenor as it was. He seems old enough.

Master Ryutan seems sad; but I cannot read him as well as I can most others. He is like a blankness, an empty spot to me. I worked so long at suppressing the reactions my body and the holy magic that fills me has against his Forsaken presence that I cannot feel him at all.

At least it still allows me to know he is around; that very lack, that empty hole in the space he occupies is enough.

Someday I should like to speak with him about these things, but not tonight. He looks so sad. I wonder if my urge to hug him should have been acted on, or if he would have been disgusted with me.