Three sketches of the once and future priest, Meritha Rosenthal. This is my first attempt to put her to paper, so it may be a little rough. It’s all your fault, Waypoint.
1.
You’re getting too old for that sort of adventuring, anyway, Meritha Rosenthal told herself sternly as she discussed long-term rates with the Legerdemain Lounge’s innkeeper. While moving to Dalaran would mean the end of her days as a practicing shadow priest, it would also be a chance for her to work on a new edition of the hymnal, to haunt the archives and do research, to sketch and write and return to all of those things that she had wanted to finish, but couldn’t because there was a war going on. It was a bit dizzying, the idea of returning to her academic roots and diving back into research, and she worried that she was too old for that, too. Still, those steps to the archives wouldn’t be getting any easier the longer that she waited, so she examined the tower room that Amisi showed her, and promptly made arrangements with a mage friend to have her scrolls and books ported to the city.