Long ago, before the last great war, my father ran the Northridge Lumber Mill. It was his life, and he was committed to it. Then the war came, and as much as it pained him, we had to flee to Stormwind.$B$BWe lost a number of friends and family in the those days, and it pains me to know that the Scarlet Crusade has taken the mill for their own ends.$B$BThat's why I've returned.