"I still cannot believe you have come back, girl… You must have so many questions…" He spoke. Efferatus' head had much calmed down".
"So… How did we meet?" She finally asked.
"Well" he began "To put a long story short, you became very well known with the horde, as an incredibly powerful warrior with an even greater potential. The Banshee Queen, Sylvanas, had even requested you do some work with the Silverpine Death-Guard. You were assigned a common person to help you with any magical needs, and this is where I came in. You were rather outraged with the idea of having a slave, not used to our ways, and simply went on with life as normal. I helped you with any translocation or finding your way around, but you always treated me well, which I am very grateful for. The day you died, you were one of the few to be given a funeral, but that is not even nearly it. Garrosh himself , assuming you remember him, had a brief presence there. That shocked even me, and I thought you were gone for good. We argued a lot however it is truthfully good to see you back" He smiled, pausing after his story.
Efferatus was questioning so much, but her head hurt and her memories became much clearer.
"And then, that leaves us with the harder part…" His demeanor quickly changed to being rather sorrowful.
"Wait, w-what?" She nervously asked.
"Does the name Avaloniah bring up anything? Or do you even have anything or anyone else in you limited memory?"
"N-No it doesn't… Should It...?"
"This is much worse than I thought" He grimly spoke. Efferatus felt numb, the name bringing nothing to her thoughts.
"You were in love, Eff. You were so, so deeply in love with a girl name Avaloniah. She was a hunter, and people grew incredibly jealous, as both of you were widely known. You spent any time you could get away from the forces with her. And I only pray you can find her in your heart…"
Efferatus felt sick, het throat gagged and she began to softly cry.
The Undead put a reassuring hand across her back.
"Please, do not cry" He looked sad "I pray you listen, as I am not done"
Efferatus knew what was coming, the thought of this poor woman after she had died was just too much.
"Word reached her of your death, and it was worse that most of the country knew of your love. That's when she left…" He mumbled, a sorrow feeling within his words.
"L-Left?" The Elf choked out.
"A self imposed exile. She deemed herself unworthy of life if you were not in it. She left me a note upon her leaving explaining her disappearance. It was concluded she was dead, and I have told nobody of this, as she requested."
"Y-You know where s-she went..?"
"Yes" he answered "This is why I tell you. However I believe only you strong enough to find her. She traveled to Northrend, in the cold, icy mountains. An army could die out there, but I know you, and I belie- No, I know you are strong enough. My help cannot stretch furthur however. My power is not enough to translocate you over there. Please, I pray for her sake you find her. You should sleep in here the night. You must be tired".
Efferatus waved him goodbye for the night, and fell asleep.