"Go collect your belongings," Kilazar said. His voice had a certain, it wasn't impatience or urgency, it seemed more like indifference. "We shall meet you outside." We. It had not even occurred to her that he may not have come alone.

She made her way back to her rooms. Looking around she didn't have much. Only tools she had used for tailoring, a book of spells she had that focused more on magical enhancements and enchantments, and her boot knife. There was a small assortment of clothes more suited for travel and she quickly changed into them, changing from the simplicity of her robes to the ruggedness of trousers, shirt and boots.

She changed to her travel cloak, which in itself was enchanted with magic to help stay the weather of almost any environment. As she was pulling on her gloves, a knock came at the door. Opening it she found herself face to face with Noriella. She felt an awkward silence that seemed to grow into eternity. She really didn't know what to say to the woman. Luckily she didn't have to.

"This is for you," she said, offering a staff up to Ahliarin. "I have a friend in Stormwind and it was decided this one should suit you exquisitely.

Finally words found their way out of Ahliarin. "Thank you, Noriella," she said with the first honest smile she had ever given the woman.

"No," she silenced Ahliarin from saying more. "Thank you. Good luck, Ahliarin Nepharin." Something about those words, coming from this woman made her feel rejuvenated. There was a certain level of pride at her approval. While that thought made her uncomfortable at feeling like she needed the woman's approval, there was still the joy of knowing that her life was ready to begin.

As she exited the Abbey, there were two others waiting with Kilazar. She recognized both of them from the night that changed her life in which she had been freed, the orb that held her shattered. The white haired night elf female was Telladi, who handed her the reigns to a gray mare and she climbed up. She nodded to the night elf, the one who's arrow had shattered the orb that once sealed her fate.

The other was a gruff looking Dwarf she recognized as Shanor. Like the others, a veteran of the war against the scourge, the weathered Paladin looked like he had seen his share of battles.

The sun had finished its climb above the surrounding mountains, emphasizing the early hour to which she was summoned to the hall. Taking one last look back at the abbey, she turned and followed the Serpents of Dawn away from it.

"Are you sure this Grylis can be trusted," Shanor growled distastefully. With Shanor, he had one of those faces that was difficult to read emotions.

"I'm fairly certain he cannot be. Not to me at least." Kilazar replied. "I'm fully certain we are heading into a trap." He looked over at the dwarf who was grumbling to himself and smiled.

"What is it you need of me?" she asked.

"First off, your trust. Unquestioning." Kilazar spoke firmly, but sincerely. She was sure that would not be as easy as it sounded. She wasn't the most trusting of sorts, not with her history before or at the abbey. Hopefully she would learn. Just like she knew that they would have to learn the same trust in her.

"Second," he continued noticing her already questioning gaze. "You will trust those here, and know that we will place the same trust in you. The methods we may have to employ may not be sanctioned by the Argent Dawn or the Alliance. We do what we must, because we can."

"We are looking for a man you have been known to have had a previous association with." Shanor added. "It is rumored that he is hiding out or investigating something in Westfall. One of our contacts have reported the presence of a known member of the Burning Legions ranks."

"You think they have an offer that Van Cleef would be interested in?" Telladi looked like it was something she didn't believe herself.

"Absolutely not." Kilazar laughed the idea off. "Van Cleef is not in this for power. At this point the Defias brotherhood are pirates and thieves, but they believe they are taking what's due them. Their methods are poor and misguided, but I do not believe Van Cleef a man without a certain amount of honor. even if it has been said that he is on the edge of sanity. Regardless, the Defias is not our concern."

She gave another questioning look, indicating that she really was without the information they had.

"I had to see for myself that you were still at the abbey. At first we were unsure if the man we seek was investigating this member of the Burning Legion or working for them. From the report I received from Noriella, you have been under constant watch since you arrived six months ago. This left us unsure of what we were walking into. The Burning Legion servant, that is said to be within Westfall, is Kaedde Sauding."

Part of her wanted to vomit. Nausea began to grow in the pit of her stomach. The name she used as a servant to the death knight. Everything she had been, everything she had worked to forget, just smacked her across the face. She couldn't deny that she was interested in learning more about this person that had stolen her false identity.

"And the Alliance is fine with thrusting me back into the same place I was before you freed me?" she finally forced herself to say.

"Actually, I suggested it as sort of a final test." Shanor added. "Even those that walk in the light must fight their inner darkness. It exist in everything and everyone. Having you confront your past in this way is a real world exercise that could be more beneficial than having you tailor a garment." It was obvious that he felt the methods employed at the abbey served no purpose. "You have spent months confronting your past through various lessons and activities. Now you will be facing real danger, against a version of the person you were." Shanor gave her an almost apologetic look, but still, his face was hard to read emotions on.

To a point, Ahliarin thought the idea was completely insane, but at the same time it echoed a spark of genius. She was both scared and excited. They passed the wall that marked the end of the abbey grounds. She nodded to one of the guards she recognized, private Stelsing, who made no effort to reciprocate. A certain wave of euphoria rushed over her as they crossed that barrier. Freedom, it felt wonderful. The feeling she got from her conversation with Noriella earlier had no comparison to this. It was almost enough to make her forget the nausea. Almost.

"We will be meeting a contact in Goldshire that will arrange the meeting with Grylis tomorrow. In the mean time, we shall enjoy a little brewfest I think." When nobody replied, Kilazar seemed to take that as agreement.

They rode on for a bit more in silence. What if she couldn't do this? The things she had done, the person she had been, wasn't of her own free will. The knowledge of that time, and the memories were something she had to live with and face everyday. For months she had worked to forget that person, to move on and make her own choices, but she now understood the memories would always be there, and in many ways, they pushed her in the right direction.

However she hadn't been away from the abbey for an hour. Her first chance out and it was all coming back to her in a flood of pain. Smells, visions, memories, feelings of things she had done. She remembered the temptation and coercion she had offered the surrounding land owner's during her time as the Lady Kaedde Sauding. She had learned then, as many already knew, that servitude had a price, whether it be fortune and glory, or pain and suffering, sooner or later, anybody could be made to serve.

"Being hard pressed, you would be surprised at the allies a man will take when his outlook is bleak." They all looked at Ahliarin for a moment but she continued. She felt herself say it, but part of her felt outside of the conversation, trying to hold on to this moment through the flood of painful memories. "The Defias, it would seem, have been ignored by the throne long enough. Their influence continues to grow throughout the region and they even have made encroachments at the vineyard in the abbey."

"While I don't believe Van Cleef would take such a drastic course, he does have followers that may be tempted. Our plan is to locate and dispose of your clone, in order to clear the threat that could take an already difficult situation and turning it into a catastrophe." Clone. She wondered who it was that had actually taken on her old mantle. A few names did cross her mind though.

"I thought our mission was to find this man?" she asked.

"We have a feeling the two are related, but even in the event that they are not, your presence I feel gives us a unique approach to this enemy that I am happy to exploit." Kilazar replied.

She only nodded. This almost all seemed too convenient for her. Fate it seemed had a sense of humor and she was feeling like the punchline.

"You have my word Ahliarin, this will never be asked of you again. For as long as you serve under our banner, the name Kaedde Sauding shall be a memory. " She wondered if she looked as nauseated as she felt. Was the desperation apparent on her face. "I will not say it was just the abbey's summons that prompted me to accept your request to join our fight. We look into all our missions before we engage, and we know everything about this man we could find, and we know every shred of detail we could uncover about you. When we first took on the mission against you, it was only after the whispers of a shadow turned to reality. I will never lie to you and expect the same honesty among all of you. The one thing we couldn't find, was a trail for Sauding that didn't lead directly back to you. Whoever your imposter is, they want you to take the blame for their activities."

"The man we are seeking has come a long way to get here and his presence here is a bit of a mystery." Shanor continued. "Rumor is he has spent the better part of the last few years as a lone warrior in the plagued lands of Lordaeron. His allegiances seem to be to nobody and that makes his motives suspect. However, there was rumor of his once traveling with you. From all we had found, it was too consistent and that meant, finding out the nature of that relation."

She sighed trying to compose herself. She rubbed her wrist in reflection. "You seek a man named Viktor. Or so he called himself." She felt the color return to her face as she relaxed slightly. Her successor was not the primary target. Perhaps she could avoid her past altogether.

"You are a lot more perceptive than we were lead to believe," Telladi chimed in. Did the clergy at Northshire think that she was blind or dense? Yes, at times she played the part as she felt she needed but she was aware of their methods, and had spent too much time with Noriella to not pick up on things. Although, she had to admit to herself that she never suspected that they had intended to allow her to leave, but here she was.

She twisted uncomfortably in her saddle. "Noriella Lightgiver saw what she needed to see," she said, hoping they didn't take that the wrong way. "Know that I was his prisoner at the time, not an ally. Magic was a distant thought because I was shackled by Arcane Inhibitors. However, I do believe he was going to surrender me to the Scarlet Monastery for execution. Very few alive know the plagued lands like this man. "

"I would not underestimate Noriella Lightgiver, and what you think she saw, Ahliarin." Kilazar chimed in. "It was Noriella's report that convinced us to let you on."

"How sure are you of his allegiances," Shanor added.

"No more than I am yours," she said which seemed to offend to a small degree but she tried to correct it. She sighed visibly. "I mean that I have faith that his loyalties are to his beliefs and I doubt they will change. He may have had a love, hate relationship with the holy light, but he would never sway."

They laughed and she knew she was missing the joke.

"We have learned that Viktor was the alias of Vidicous Korinon, ex-Knight of the Silver Hand." Telladi laughed with her as she got the joke. That knowledge added so much perspective to her own knowledge of the few days she was his captive. She appreciated them going to lengths to not make her seem like the fool she felt like. "Only few ranking members of the Argent Dawn, those that knew him before the Silver Hand was disbanded, knew his true name."

"What information is he supposed to be giving us?"

"Korinon left the Knights of the Silver Hand, and since has been tied to the Argent Dawn, our employers, and the Scarlet Crusade. While we are not entirely sure how far his contacts go, one of his known contacts was found dead, strung up, down the road from Hearthglen." She wasn't sure if the look on Kilazar's face was grim or satisfactory and that unnerved her a bit. "However, he has helped the forces of the Argent Dawn, but they wish to know his allegiances to the Scarlet Crusade."

"Do you know what would bring him to Westfall?" Shanor asked.

"It was his home before leaving for Lordaeron with his wife to fight in the war. However, if what you say is true, and the Lady Kaedde Sauding is here, then the answer to your question is a simple one. He's here for me."

"So if he had you prisoner with these Arcane Inhibitors, how was it that you managed to escape?"

"Oh Telladi," Ahliarin found herself laughing for the first time in a long time. "Let's just say I caught him with his pants down."