As Jathir Elkwood stood waiting for a boat to Azuremyst Isle, he noticed in the crowd of others near him waiting to take the fight to the Legion, a worgen. This was no common worgen, however - Jathir recognized this worgen as someone he knew. "Ralishar!" He called out as he gazed upon the worgen. Finally, after a few moments, he pushed through the crowd and shook the worgen on his plated shoulder. "Ralishar, answer me!"
Scowling as his shoulder is shook, the worgen brushes the elf's hand off of him. "My name is Wolvigar, Night Elf. You must be mistaking me for another." He explains.
Jathir shook his head in confusion. "You have to be Ralishar, though. You are exactly as he was, height, color, sound, build. Who are you? Where do you come from?"
"I am a Death Knight." Wolvigar stated bluntly. He did not seem terribly interested in the conversation, but found it significant enough to not simply leave it.
"But who were you before?" Jathir inquired.
Smirking, Wolvigar chuckled. "If only someone could tell me that. I've been told by the Bronze Dragonflight that no one, dead or alive, knows who I was." He said, sighing afterwards.
Nodding, Jathir crossed his arms and smirked. "The same dragonflight that hides the past from us to save us from it?"
Laughing, Wolvigar nodded. "I suppose you have a point. You seem to have some idea of who I am... tell me, who is this Ralishar that you believe I am?" He asked, gazing intently at Jathir.
"His name was Ralishar Duskshade, a druid that took on the pack form during the War of the Satyr. You look exactly like his pack form, and something about you reminds me of Ralishar." Jathir explained.
Raising an eyebrow, Wolvigar snorted. "I have always assumed I was one of the original Worgen. I was risen in the Plaguelands - Not too far from Shadowfang Keep, where the Worgen were brought back into this realm."
"You have to be him, then." Jathir said, letting his arms rest at his sides "It can't just be coincidence, all of this." He said.
Slowly, Wolvigar began to nod. "He could be my past self. But I am not him, and he is not me. I am Wolvigar Darkfang, not Ralishar Duskshade."
"...I can understand your perspective. Many things were broken by Ralishar's transformation, his and I's family chief among them." Motioning for Wolvigar to follow, Jathir began walking away from the docks. Wolvigar decided to follow him, and listened. "Ralishar left behind a daughter and a wife, you see." Jathir continued. "I know not what happened to his daughter, but his wife is in Darnassus still... though plagued by madness. When we last saw Ralishar, he attacked us in a feral rage. It shattered his wife's sanity - My sister, Lerana Elkwood. I am Jathir Elkwood."
Crossing his own arms this time, Wolvigar stops for a moment. "If Ralishar Duskshade is who I was, then his daughter is dead. I have met an elf woman who I have been solidly convinced is my past self's granddaughter. She has spoken of her mother being dead." Wolvigar explained.
Sighing sadly, Jathir hung his head down. "That is... unfortunate, if true. Can you go to the dragons' lair? You must be Ralishar, you just have to find their evidence."
Thinking for a moment, Wolvigar began to nod. "They have kept many things from me, admittedly... Between your certainty, and the stories we've shared aligning as they do, perhaps the winged snakes lied to me. Where can I find you when this is done?"
"I live in Darnassus. You can seek my house there - It has carvings of bears and leaves upon it's outer walls." Jathir explained.
"Understood." Wolvigar said. "I will come to you when I have found out... something." He finished. Jathir nodded and bowed, and Wolvigar walked away.
He would have to wait for a portal to be established to Argus before going there - Luckily his intention was to end his leave early, so he bore no consequence for not traveling to Azuremyst immediately. For now, he had stories to confirm, and dragons to confront...