"You must go to Shattrath."

Lady Liadrin was with Salandria and Kelandren in the Sunfury Spire, briefing them on their next move.

"Shattrath?" Kelandren inquired. "Isn't that a bit out of the way from the cult?"

"Yes, but the Old Gods have no sway there. Dornaa is there as well, aiding the Aldor."

"Ooh I can't wait to slice up some cultist freaks!" Salandria said gamely. "Let me at 'em!"

"Calm down, Salandria… you'll get the chance. There's a portal in the back of the Spire that'll take you to Shattrath. I need to quickly talk with Kelandren. Wait for him on the other side."

Salandria left, and Liadrin smiled. "Now then… I need you to protect Salandria as best as you can."

"Of course."

"She just came of age last year… so be careful, but know that she needs the experience. She handled herself well in Tranquillien against the San'layn… but this'll be a harder fight."

"I'll do my utmost."

"I know. House Dawnblade produces some of our finest warriors. I know your faith in the Light is also without question." She smiled. "You turned into a damn fine paladin."

"Thank you," he replied, smiling.

On the other side of the portal, Salandria smiled as Kelandren appeared. She took him in briefly. His hair was respectably short and jet black. His ears were a bit small and a pointed goatee decorated his chin. His eyes glowed golden with the Light's power. Ooh… his eyes…

"Salandria?"

She turned and smiled. "Dornaa! How are you? This is Kelandren."

"You were staring at him, weren't you?"

"What?! No!"

"I think Salandria's got a bit of a crush on you," said Dornaa, winking mischievously.

"Dornaa! Really?!" She huffed playfully.

Dornaa simply chuckled.

"Good afternoon."

Kelandren smiled. "Hello there!" He'd always liked the Nightborne.

The Nightborne in question was a bit taller than Dornaa, and full-figured. Her silver hair reached just past her shoulders, and she was wearing finely tooled leather, daggers on her hips. "I am Velynaire Glaicelune. I understand we're to stop a cult of the Old Gods in the Twilight Highlands. However, I'm… in a bit of a bind…"

"What's the problem?" Dornaa asked.

"My brother's been captured by some rogue demons," Velynaire explained. "If we can save him, he might join us."

"Sounds like a plan," Kelandren replied. "If the demons lack the sense to avoid me, I'll feed them their heads."

Salandria grinned. "Metal," she growled.

"Let's go then," said Dornaa. "He can't be far away. The sooner we save him, the more likely he is to be in one piece."