Epilogue
The Conservatory of Life
Ulduar
Freya carefully spread apart the soil of her disheveled garden. Only two days had passed since the mortals had left their fortress but it was going to take several weeks to repair the damage wrought by the madness inflicted by Yogg-Saron. With the Old God back in its cage and locked up for good, the Keeper was free to perform he blissful duties once again.
"Greetings Freya!"
The silver Titanic Watcher turned her attention towards the mechanized voice calling out to her.
"Hello Mimiron," she smiled back. "What brings you here?"
"I was in the neighborhood," he remarked. "We're still trying to patch up the hole in the roof those mortals caused. It's getting a bit too chilly in here for my taste. Hodir doesn't seem to mind. Figures…"
"Well I appreciate you taking the time to visit me," she stated. "Would you like me to show you –"
"Actually," interrupted Mimiron. "I was wondering if you'd let me examine that pointy-eared girl that was left with you?"
"Examine?" She curiously pulled back. "What do you mean?"
"Now that the bindings have been fixed, I've been tinkering with a few things here or there. Yogg-Saron may be back in its cage but his minions are still roaming around. I've been working on a miniaturized version of the prison device to help catch and seal the rest of those monsters lurking about."
"That is quite noble of you Mimiron," the Keeper smiled. "But why do you need the young one?"
"I need to test the prototype on something that was under the Old God's influence. This device is primed to work on anything with saronite flowing through its veins. I wouldn't want some unfortunate adventurer to get trapped in this thing accidentally."
"I see," Freya nodded. "Well, she hasn't woken yet. I am unsure if the madness has been cured from her mind but you are more than welcome to take a look."
The Titanic Watch gave the mechagnome a stern look.
"However, do not do anything hasty or foolish. She is a living being, not one of your tinkers."
"Of course!" He frantically replied. "Just a look, no touch. For now anyways."
"Follow me."
The Keepers walked through the Conservatory. Freya headed due north near the mountains. At its base, a small cottage was constructed out of roots, branches, and large leaves. She knelt down and peered through the small entryway. Inside was barren. Not a trace of the mortal remained within the confines of freshly shaped home.
"That is strange."
The Keeper looked at the mechagnome with a confused glare.
"Where did she go?"
Ulduar
The Storm Peaks
The cool taste of wind graced the young elf's cheeks. She marched south through the snow after ascending the damned mountain behind her. The freezing air began to numb her skin. She pushed through the pain and continued onward with the bow at her back and her family's blade on her waist.
After all of her hard work and sacrifices, Lorelei was utterly defeated. She allowed herself to become distracted in a freak moment of weakness and the blasted paladin took advantage of her. Revenge was in her grasp and she let it slip within her fingers. Such a humiliation was not easy to live with.
The voice had vanished. Not even its lingering touch remained in her mind. She trudged through the thick snow. Each step was more arduous than the next. The young elf couldn't help but think how much easier the voice made this trek previously. Her mind couldn't comprehend how anyone could walk through this brutal weather on their own. However, she was determined to see it through no matter what.
This wasn't over. Rayne Templar may have gotten away this time but she wasn't about to give up on him yet. Lorelei had to make him suffer beyond all suffering. If she couldn't get to him directly, there were other avenues of interest that would present itself. His body may have been strong and his skill grand but underneath it all, that paladin still possessed a soft heart. All she needed to do now was find a way to exploit it.
A small smile trickled on the young elf's cold lips. She remembered hearing something not too long ago. One of those elven bitches with a big mouth had spouted off the name of someone near and dear to him. The chilling bite of the cold gradually weakened. Lorelei's body began to warm up with the new prospect of vengeance standing before her eyes. If she wanted to bring Rayne Templar to his knees, all she needed to do was scour every corner of Azeroth until she found the one person he held most dear.
Goodbye Narula.