When my master bade me to the peak of Stonetalon, I expected that all I would need was to lay waste to the night elves that crawled the sacred ruins of our ancient temple of Azshara, their touch despoiling its sanctity... but Ordanus had slipped my grasp.

I knew Ordanus once, long ago. He had the arrogance of his kind, holding himself above even the Highborne.

His head does not rise so high now, does it, <name>?

I promised you a reward, and you shall have it. Attend to me.