Interview: Time with Wanja The Cultist
Appearing in Menethil Harbour, the woman known as 'Wanja' dismounts the Gryphon and sadly lands in a pile of particular smelly and wet mud. The lower regions of her white robe stained with the rather exotic smell. Her face covered with a dark hood matching the black tabard with the eight pointed white star.

"Occupation?" I ask her, though perhaps pointless. "Well" she hesitates for a moment " I doubt cultist counts as an occupation.." Her voice is filled with secret amusement as she continues
"But that is all I do, so might as well write that I suppose. I'm sorry, I can't come to think of anything else, no. Cultist is all I am, and ever was." Her late husband, Ashrokan, were the man who introduced her to the Sphere; "And they have been like a family ever since"
"That is a strange way of putting it" I reply to her calmly, after she calls the Sphere a family. With genuine surprise she looks up at me, asking me why. I cut her off and continue to ask her the question why we really got together. "So tell me, what is it that you wish for Stormwind to know?" The tension is thick enough to be cut through with a butter knife as she takes her time to answer. Considering her words carefully, but finally she opens her mouth and talks.
"Well, first of all, we want them to understand that for a while now, during all the attacks upon us; They have been
the aggressors. Not us. What we have done after that has merely been hm.. payback, vengeance if you will. Or even self defence. And while we're in the process of trying to rebuild our home, we get assaulted again, and again. Dwarves.. Humans.. Scourge, although we're sure that was also Stormwinds doing. Mmh, and as a fellow Spherite of mine just told me..
through our communication.. " She pauses for a moment before quoting the mysterious unnamed other. "Geldar is willing to be kind as long as we are. And as an act of kindness, I'm to be released". Her voice has a hint of defiance and calm at the same time, though looking closer at Wanja lines of frustration and stress is clearly showing around her eyes. "As long as Stormwind show us respect, they will be shown the same. So he said was the deal." My pen scribbles across the parchment as she talks, dipping it in the inkwell frequently. "You do realise that Stormwind can not be held accountable for what the other Races are doing." I voice my concern, which she in return voices hers. "Why they are allowing the other races to go bomb
in their Kingdom. Wether or not the ownership belongs to King Wrynn or not, it's still Stormwind Kingdom."

She leans back in her chair, her thought elsewhere as I slip out of my chair. The interview ended and I saw no particular reason to hang about. Not even to have a drink of stout.