12/22/2016: Fixed the traces of first person left over from my shift of perspectives.

Death's Aspect

Chapter 1: A summoning gone wrong? Or right?

Harry Potter stood above the graves of the only women he had ever loved. In the five centuries of his sleepless, immortal life, he had loved only three women; though none of them could stand the test of time. Something that no longer seemed to apply to him, not since he had gathered the Hallows together to defeat Voldemort.

If he had only known the price he had to pay for that victory: he could not die. He had been beheaded, and he had been burned to ash. He had been hit with more killing curses than most death eaters had cast in their entire lifetime, and still he stood. Oh, he could be hurt. He was capable of feeling pain, and he could be rendered unconscious. But, he could not die. His head would regrow, his body would reform from the ashes and the killing curse didn't even tickle anymore. And even though this curse had allowed him to meet his second and third loves he still considered it a curse, for it also ensured he would feel the pain of their loss, forever. It seemed that not only was he cursed with immortality, but the souls of the dead and the damned were attracted to him now. He was constantly looking over his shoulder for ghouls, Inferi, and the like and on the very rare occasions, though he was pretty sure he had killed the last one on the planet, Liches.

Other abilities he started to notice as the years went on were his abilities to see and feel a soul like a sixth sense. Everyone had a different soul and it made it completely impossible to impersonate someone he knew. However it took focus and effort, it didn't come easily to him. Though the more he looked at someone's soul, the easier it was for him to feel it. By the time Hermione had died of old age he could feel her soul from anywhere on earth and use it to go to her at any time.

And he could feel when her soul left him, left the earth. It had been the single most horrible thing he had ever experienced. he hadn't realized until she was gone how much he came to enjoy the constant feeling of her soul being close to his, just as much as he enjoyed her mind, and her body, he had enjoyed her soul.

He had later fallen in love with a woman named Erika Greengrass, she was practically the spitting image of his friend Daphne and it was with her that he started to realize souls might be reborn. He had felt Daphne's soul in her great-granddaughter, who had been born after Daphne had died, and he noticed that Erika had a soul that was identical to his old friend.

Erika had already been dating a girl named Kimberly Tonks. Yes, you guessed it, the granddaughter of Teddy Tonks and his third love. Kim had noticed Erika's attraction to Harry just as Erika had noticed Kim's attraction to him. Both of them, without speaking to the other, had invited him to join them in bed one night as an anniversary surprise for their girlfriend. It just never stopped with one night and eventually he married them both. But like Hermione before them, they both grew old and passed away while he stayed eternally eighteen years old.

Over the centuries Harry had lost interest in this world, there was too much grief and memories of betrayal for him here. For the past century, he had isolated himself and started experimenting with dimensional magic. If this world meant nothing for him anymore, and he could not die, then it seemed his only option was to find a new world to call home.

Tonight, he would try his improved version of the dimensional travel ritual. He was the only one who could really test the ritual. He had "died" several times already and any normal person would never be able to keep up this trial and error style of experimentation. However, it didn't matter what happened to his body, he would always heal, regenerate or even in the one time he had been ripped apart atom by atom, completely respawn in a whole new body.

"Wish me luck me loves. I have a feeling that tonight is the night of my success. A whole new world to explore, I'm excited for the first time in nearly two centuries." he whispered as he placed a hand on each of their tombstones before closing his eyes and letting happy memories fill him.

-o0O0o-

Agent Elizabeth reporting. I have been trapped in these caves for the past six days with no escape in sight. The Scourge pursues me because I have managed to obtain vital information and was caught trying to send it to you. I have located the officers within the Scourge who possess the necessary ritual stones to enter Naxxramas without setting off any alarms. I haven't had a moment's rest to attempt this until now. I found a deep pit with an underground lake at the bottom and jumped into it. It has bought me some time; I hope for a few hours of peace. I have used that time to copy the information I obtained and to summon some shadow hounds which I pray can make it out of these tunnels undetected. I am sending a copy of this information to Sylvanas Windrunner and Jaina Proudmoore. I pray that this information reaches you and do not waste any resources trying to rescue me. I am attempting a strong summoning ritual after I send these. If it is successful I will see all of you again. If I fail, even if what I summon doesn't kill me I expect the Scourge will, long before these messages reach you both.

Then to the end of Jaina's letter she added,

I have always loved you, my darling sister and I never blamed you for the actions of our father. I may no longer carry a family name due to his deeds but I still see you as my family. I pray you survive this campaign and build a family of your own in times of peace. I doubt we will ever see each other again.

Your loving sister by blood,

Elizabeth no-name, formerly Proudmoore

To the end of Sylvanas' letter she added,

Though I have never said it with words my lady, I know you have seen it in my actions and occasionally, in my eyes. I love you, my Lady, though I know it is unlikely that my feelings are reciprocated. I could not let myself pass on from this life without making the effort to say those words to you. To let you know that at least one person is left in this world who loves you for who you are, that there is at least one person who enjoys every single moment spent in your presence.

Your devoted agent,

Elizabeth

"I can't believe I'm doing this" Elizabeth muttered to herself after she sent each of the messages with the hounds which appeared to be solid shadows off with her letter. She had done more research into demonic magic than almost any other being on this planet. She had met none with more knowledge on the subjects than herself but she was always looking. And the shadow hounds were, in fact, one of her creations by binding a shadow priest's magic into the residual magic of a canine's corrupted soul. Since all demons were merely creatures from other worlds whose souls were corrupted by Sargeras' magic, a simple summoning ritual used to bring forth a felhound was modified to only bring its soul and bam she had her shadow hound.

She glanced down into the underground lake she stood next to seeing her amethyst eyes staring back at her. Her skin was as pale as a corpse, always had been, and her blonde hair, which was the exact same shade as her sister's, was a dirty mess and looked almost brown from all the dirt mixed into it. The last six days had not been pleasant for her. Her brown leather corset, which she wore for light armor over her royal blue gown was greatly damaged and the metal plates at her hips and shoulders for more protection were dented. Her knee high boots made from the same leather as her corset were much worn and extremely dirty. Her flowing blue gown which normally only had to slits running up the front to allow leg movement while revealing her long toned legs was torn so badly it looked more like she had long strips of cloth connected to her waist. And her blue tights she wore under her dress were cut in many places showing the bloody but healed skin under them. She sighed before turning around to the summoning circle she had drawn earlier. She didn't see herself as particularly beautiful, though she had used her body many times in her line of work to seduce her targets, she knew she was a beauty but she doubted there was anyone on Azeroth who would think of her as sexy at this very moment.

She knelt down by the summoning circle she had drawn earlier and took a few calming breaths. She invented this summoning pattern a few years ago but never used it. It was supposed to summon a creature that was perfectly designed to fight the undead, but like in all of her summons, she refused to add in the patterns that would bind the summoned creature to her will. In her opinion, one of the biggest faults of warlocks is to bind the summoned demons to their will. To bind a summon to your will was to make it mindless. She always preferred to make a deal with her summons. Succubi were easy, they just wished for life energy. Normally, they gathered it through sex and seduction where they could pull energy from their victim without their notice while they were lost in pleasure. She just gave it willingly at the end of each contract, all it required was skin-to-skin contact. Felhounds were addicted to magic far more than any blood elf, and she always had magic filled gemstones to exchange for their contracts. Imps loved mischief, and so long as she planned some good pranks for them they normally loved to help her. Although she also had to deal with their endless chattering and poor jokes. Those are the three common summons she used and she had even built something of a reputation with the demons she summoned. Each was exiled from the Legion, a requirement she always worked into her summoning circle. She would never summon a demon that would relay everything back to Sargeras and the Legion commanders Archimonde and Kil'Jaeden. There were so few of these demons who were "free" that she had worked with almost every single one of them. She even considered a few of the Succubi her friends. Distant friends, but still friends.

She had no idea what she was about to summon with this, and it was likely that whatever she summoned might just kill her on sight. But, she was trapped deep underground on the shore of an underground lake with nothing but her fel flames for light with hundreds, perhaps upwards of a thousand undead in the caves with her looking for her at this very moment. She had already killed more than a hundred of them herself but they kept coming. There was no way out of here, she had no hearthstone nor any supplies. She lost all of those when they caught her the first time and chased her into the caves.

So she was left with a choice. Fight and die in these caves, or try something else that might also end in her death, or maybe, just maybe it could be her salvation.

She started the summoning chant slowly as she took hold of the magic inside of her and pushed it into the summoning circle in front of her, halfway through the chant she cut her hand with her dagger and splashed her blood over the summoning circle to both add power and show commitment, as these incantations were driven by will as much as magic. Upon the completion of the summoning, there was a loud boom that knocked her back and a blinding flash of light.

Elizabeth rubbed her eyes until the spots faded only to then see a naked man lying in the center of her summoning circle He was tall and lean, built like a swordsman with toned, lean muscles. His hair was black and a wild mess that looked like it could never be tamed. But the only thing special about him was black and silver runes tattooed on his shoulders, arms, and down his spine.

"DAMNIT!" she cursed stomping her foot and turning away to let off a green fel-fireball over the lake in frustration. Not only did her spell fail, but it seemed to have brought another person down here to die in these forsaken caves.

She turned back to check on the man, to see if he had a least survived the summoning to see him standing with a simple steel sword in hand, raised to point at her and a wand held at the ready in his other arm, still standing there in the nude.

"Who are you?" He demanded of her in Common. The moment their eyes met and Elizabeth found her tongue tied into knots as his intense, almost hypnotic, emerald eyes met her violet ones.

"I asked who you are!" He repeated as she started to circle to his right putting the lake to her back as she turned to keep her eyes on him, finally finding her voice she replied.

"I am Elizabeth, just Elizabeth." she said warily "May I know your name?" He was staring at her intently now and she was starting to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. It felt like he was looking at something more than what could normally be seen as he stared unblinkingly with those emerald eyes.

After a few moments hesitation, he gave it to her, "My name is Harry." As he spoke she watched his whole body shiver. They were very far underground next to a large lake. She was chilled even in her heavy robes; he must be freezing.

"Why don't you lower the sword? I will get you some clothes from my pack and then I can explain what is going on." At the mention of clothes, he frowned at her before looking down. He cursed in some language she didn't recognize, but it sounded like something the Naga spoke. In the next moment, a large cloak appeared out of thin air already wrapped around his body and covering him. Then after a brief look at Elizabeth, he waved a wand that appeared seemingly from nowhere, and the sword in his hand turned into a rock which he tossed aside. Elizabeth was stunned. That was the most realistic illusion she had ever seen. She was sure the sword had been real. Next, he summoned a ball of bright light high above them before his wand vanished into thin air. She frowned at the rather obvious cloaking charm he had just placed on his wand but refrained from trying to find and dispel it.

"How did I get here?" He asked still keeping his distance and she found that it was hard to keep her eyes on him; they kept drifting to either side when she tried to focus on him. It took her a while to realize his cloak must be enchanted with something to help hide him.

"I..." she started to explain then stopped and gulped in a lungful of air. She didn't want him as an enemy down here. If she just blurted out that she had summoned him he could easily become one.

"I had been trapped in here by the Scourge for the past few days. I stole some very valuable information from them. Information that could help us finally defeat the Lich King." As soon as she said "Lich", his eyes flared and he took a step forward as his magical aura flared. Its power was immense and she was suddenly very frightened of the man before her.

"Lich? You had a problem with a lich?" He demanded staring at her intently.

"S-several," she stuttered out under his intense gaze and his eyes widen.

"Explain!" He demanded again to her confusion. He was a human, the race most affected by the Scourge. There was no way he didn't know about the Scourge and the Liches. She stayed silent in fear for a few moments before his expression softened and his aura slowly calmed and stilled until she couldn't feel it anymore.

"Please forgive me. It has been centuries since I last had to deal with a lich. My encounters with such creatures were not pleasant."

"Centuries…?" she whispered in disbelief and he just shrugs.

"The Liches? You said you had a problem with several of them?" He prompted and she shook herself.

"How can you not know about it? Where had you been for the past couple of years? Prince Arthas Menethil of Lordaeron betrayed us all and took up the cursed blade Frostmourne. With it, he took command of the undead around our world and raised an army to end all life. All of our world's races had come together to fight this threat, and we had managed to push him back to Northrend, but he is heavily fortified here. I am trapped in here because I stole vital information that should lead to an assault of Naxxramas, the Lair of the Arch-Lich Kel'Thuzad, Arthas' second-in-command." He looked even more confused at her explanation and she slowly realized that he had no idea what she was talking about. It was this realization that first began the thought in her mind. She had used a demonic summoning ritual to bring this man here. And demons were just creatures from different worlds who had their souls corrupted. This man obviously wasn't a demon, but what if he was from a different world? After all, he had said something about having dealt with liches hundreds of years ago and no human on Azeroth lived that long.

"I don't know any of those names, or places," Harry said with a frown as her dawning realization filled her mind.

"Where were you born?" she asked suddenly.

"Godric's Hollow in England." He replied and she shook her head slowly and looked at the floor.

"What is the name of the planet you were born on?" she asked still in shock.

"What planet? Earth of course." He replied studying her face until an equally shocked look as what she expect was on her face appeared on his.

"This isn't Earth." It wasn't a question but a statement. "Well damn." He muttered before shaking 3his head.

"I never really believed my spell would work. When I wanted to leave earth I was pretty sure it would fail. That it succeeded is a surprise." He laughed slightly and scratched the back of his head.

"I summoned you." she blurted out gesturing towards the summoning circle on the stone floor. "I wanted to summon something that was perfectly made to fight the Scourge and help me escape this cave. Obviously, it failed."

At this, he just smirked but made no comment.

"Alright then. Since I am new here tell me about your planet." And so she did. Starting with the events of ten thousand years ago and the Burning Legion's first invasion of Azeroth. She quickly lost herself in telling him Azeroth's history, explaining everything she had learned over the years and doing her best to ignore the fact that it was probably pointless. They were stuck in these caves and it was unlikely that they would make it out alive.

-o0O0o-

Not for the first time, Sylvanas found her thoughts drifting to Elizabeth as she walked through the dark caves of the Drag, the section of Orgrimmar where most of the shady dealings took place. Even though it lacked the oozing green sludge it was the closest thing Orgrimmar had to the feeling of Undercity, her own domain.

Instead of the oozing green slime the drag had puddles of water almost everywhere. The path through this part of the city was nothing more than mud in some places. She could catch glimpses of her hated appearance in the puddles and it did little to help her mood. Her glowing blue eyes had turned into glowing orbs of red hate, her luscious white skin into pale blue tinted flesh and her blonde hair seemed drained of all colour. She wore a hardened leather armour that showed an open stomach and chest, even in the un death she couldn't let go of her vanity, even if she now hated her appearance she knew it still left many men dumbfounded. She had her bow strung and ready on her back with a full quiver of arrows. She had a hunting knife strapped to each of her thighs, a long dagger strapped to her lower back and throwing knifes hidden in sheaths in her boots. Yet even her hated appearance being reflected back at her by every puddle she passed, could not keep her mind off one human girl.

Elizabeth was on a dangerous and deadly mission at this very moment and she found herself very worried. The feeling of worry was almost alien to her before she met Elizabeth, at least in this new life of the un death. She had sent many of her rangers and other agents on missions she knew they would probably not return from, and never felt an ounce of worry for them. But there was something about Elizabeth, a human girl who was shunned more than even the undead were by all the races of Azeroth, yet always had a smile for Sylvanas, always willing to do whatever it took to protect the very people who shunned her.

Sylvanas found the idea of her death terrifying and that was a weakness she couldn't afford, not when her only true purpose in this un dead life was finally upon her. The world's armies had footholds in Northrend now, they were finally pushing the Scourge back and if Elizabeth's mission was successful they will have access to Naxxramas and could destroy that monstrosity once and for all.

Yet she couldn't pull her thoughts away from the woman, she could not deny it any longer. She was a friend, a dear friend and possibly the only true friend she had.

Sylvanas could still remember the first time she had met the young girl. She had been barely ten years old when she was disowned. Sylvanas had been hunting, something that she still found a small measure of enjoyment from when suddenly the stag she had been tracking was set upon by two hounds made of what seemed to be solid shadows. Sylvanas had been ready to fire upon the hounds when suddenly a young girl's voice rang forth with praise for them. Elizabeth had then entered Sylvanas' line of vision and started dressing the deer right there.

Sylvanas had a new thing to hunt then. She was very curious of the young girl, and after nearly three weeks of tracking and watching the girl; she had learned the girl was very gifted with demonic magic and the demons she summoned seemed different than any Sylvanas had ever seen. The girl would have conversations with the demons she summoned. The demons would teach her in exchange for things from the girl. Finally Sylvanas couldn't contain her curiosity anymore and approached the girl fully expecting to terrify the girl. Instead the girl looked up at her and smiled before telling her it was about time she showed herself.

Elizabeth had never once been afraid of her and from their first meeting on Sylvanas had started to think about how to use the girl. And then her plan had been born. She had taken the girl in, had her trained by her rangers and herself in the arts of stealth while at the same time finding all the tomes and trusted warlocks she could to train the girl in demonic arts. And, once she had been sure of her loyalty and skill, she had sent Elizabeth to infiltrate Legion forces and relay information back to her, eventually she also had Elizabeth infiltrate the Scourge Necropolis to do the same. Sylvanas had always known Elizabeth sent each of her reports to both her sister and Sylvanas herself but she had never minded. In fact, the Alliance had saved her many resources by destroying Legion and Scourge bases for her based on the information provided. And even being in contact with her sister once again Sylvanas never once had reason to doubt Elizabeth's loyalty to her. And somewhere along the way, Elizabeth had worked her way into Sylvanas' dead heart as a close friend.

But was she even more than that to her? She couldn't help but wonder. She can still remember what her old friends were like, how she felt about them. How she saw them even if after her death she didn't feel the same way towards them anymore. It didn't help that they would try to kill her on sight now either. She had never had a friend that haunted every still moment, who plagued her nights with nightmares about her safety. She never had a friend whose very presence she enjoyed being in. Was she more than a friend to her?

Sylvanas almost jumped as a howl she recognized immediately reached her ears. Elizabeth's shadow wolf. She had done it; she had gotten the information they needed. She couldn't help the smile that formed as she took the scroll from the shadow hound the moment it reached her. The hound dispersed into the very shadows it was standing in after it delivered the letter and she opened it in excitement. There was a small note in the very center of the rolled scroll which was normal. Elizabeth always had a small personal message for Sylvanas along with her reports. In her excitement, she ignored it at first as she gazed over the locations for the Scourge officials and their schedules for the next few weeks.

After she finished reading through the information, she picked up the small note and leaned against one of the cave walls to begin reading. It was good she was leaning against the wall as she almost collapsed at what she was reading.

Sylvanas reread it a second and third time hardly believing her eyes.

"This can't be happening." Sylvanas murmured to herself as key phrases from the note seemed burning into her mind.

I have been trapped in these caves for the past six days with no escape in sight.

The Scourge pursues me.

Do not waste any resources trying to rescue me.

If I fail, even if what I summon doesn't kill me I expect the Scourge will, long before these messages reach you both.

I love you, my Lady.

No no no, she cannot be dead already, her summoning ritual would work. Sylvanas knew it would, and she would fight. There wasn't a warlock on Azeroth stronger than her, she was still alive, she had to be.

Sylvanas broke into a sprint towards Thrall's throne room in the Valley of Wisdom, keeping to the shadows where hardly anyone would notice her. She could hear her ranger guards grunt in surprise at her sudden explosion of movement as they struggled to keep up with her, and stay hidden at the same time.

"Cyndia!" Sylvanas called out knowing she was one of her guards at the moment. "Gather a unit for combat and extraction. Meet me outside the Warchief's throne room, you have ten minutes!" she commanded knowing she would obey as she slowed to a relaxed stride in front of Thrall's throne room. No matter how much she wished to rush inside she must maintain an image of calm assurance at all times. She was The Banshee Queen of the Forsaken after all.

The meeting took longer than ten minutes and by the end, she had been ordered to attempt the rescue she already had planned. She was glad to see a Ranger unit waiting at parade rest for her outside the throne room with Cyndia at its head.

"Where are we headed, my Lady?" Cyndia asked Sylvanas as she motioned them to follow her down to the mage quarters.

"First to Dalaran and from there to Wintergarde Keep. Elizabeth is trapped by the scourge in the tunnels around the city. We will save her, am I understood?" Sylvanas ordered in a deadly serious voice as she raised her arm and whistled for a undead crow. Once upon her arm she attached the message she had written for Lady Proudmoore. Once that was finished the crow took off.

"Of course my Lady." She replied as we set out.

-o0O0o-

Jaina did her best to keep her tears from staining the letter that was delivered a few minutes ago by one of her sister's shadow hounds. Liz was trapped and in trouble. It was possible that she was already dead, and she didn't even say where she was trapped. She clearly was doing all she could to make sure the only life lost was her own. It was so like her it was infuriating. Unlike most of the other warlocks she knew who were cruel or indifferent towards others, her sister had always kept her noble heart. Jaina knew she could be cruel if the situation called for it, as it often did with the work she did for Sylvanas and herself. Jaina knew she could act indifferent if needed. However, she could still see the love in her sister's eyes, the righteous anger when she described what the Legion and Scourge were doing and what she was forced to do in order to infiltrate them for her and Sylvanas. When Elizabeth had started studying magic with her at a young age she struggled so much while Jaina shot ahead, a prodigy in the arts. Yet not once was her sister jealous of her, or angry with her. Elizabeth was only angry with herself for not being better, for not being as skilled as her sister. Elizabeth showered Jaina with praise and encouragement and even scolded her when she tried to hold herself back so that Elizabeth could catch up with her in her studies.

Then the day came that her class was introduced to demon magic. They all learned a bit of it. Mostly how to detect it, dispel it, hide from it and to fight it. It was then that Jaina's sister found her calling. She quickly excelled in the demonic arts and did everything she could to learn more about it. Their father had been horrified and demanded that she stop her pursuit of knowledge in the area of demons, shadows, and chaotic energy. When Elizabeth refused, he disowned her and cast her out without a second thought. Jaina was treated as the pride and joy of her family by their father, at least until she was forced to fight and kill him with her friends while her sister Elizabeth was wiped from their family history and slowly forgotten by all who knew her. Yet in their letters and rare face-to-face meetings, Elizabeth never blamed her and had always been helping her. Elizabeth had even warned her of several assassination attempts and given her locations on Legion and Scourge forces that could pose a threat to her or her allies. Elizabeth even shared valuable discoveries with her when she made them. Every single letter she sent Jaina helped her in some way, and now here was possibly her last letter and Jaina had not done nearly enough to make everything up to her sister.

A sharp caw startled her and caused her to turn to the window to see one of Sylvanas' undead crow messengers with a scroll in its claws. Once it had her attention it flew forward and dropped the scroll on her desk before wheeling around and flying back out the window. She quickly opened the scroll to read.

Lady Proudmoore,

Dry your tears. I know the pain of losing a sister all too well. But if we are to make use of her information, we must move quickly. We cannot let her sacrifice be in vain. I have passed the information Elizabeth obtained to Warchief Thrall and he said to tell you to meet him in the usual place.

Jaina wiped her eyes dry and cleaned herself up as best she could before she glanced into the mirror in her office to make sure she was presentable. Her lifeless sapphire blue eyes stared back at her from puffy bloodshot eyes and her blonde hair was falling out of it ponytail she had put it in earlier. She hastily pulled it out of the ponytail and cast a few charms to clean up her face a bit better before she was satisfied enough to leave her office. She smoothed out her purple, white and gold robes and grabbed her staff before heading out.

Not even an hour later she stood at the prow of her personal airship hovering above a small island devoid of any vegetation. The island was just off the coast of Kalimdor and was the marker for the regular meetings Thrall and she held. She always held a strained peace with the Orc being the only human colony to exist on Kalimdor. Though Thrall and herself were close friends after all their shared battles, their people were still enemies and found it hard to stay their weapons with each other.

Finally, Thrall's ship broke from the clouds and lined up beside them. Jaina walked briskly, keeping pace with the ship until it stopped. Then, she waited for her crew to put a plank across our ships so that she could speak with Thrall. Thrall was standing opposite herself and waiting just as she was. Normally he joined them on her ship but Jaina was in too much of a hurry this time and rushed across and pulled him into a hug, feeling like a child against his large chest. She felt fresh tears she had been holding in start to surface. Before she could speak he did.

"Sylvanas knows what caves your sister would have run into. Apparently, the plan to obtain the information was Sylvanas' idea and they planned out several escapes. I ordered her to go and find your sister herself as repayment for keeping the plan from me. Surprisingly, she didn't argue at all. In fact, she was already ready to leave with an entire ranger unit waiting outside our meeting room."

Jaina felt a swell of sudden anger at Sylvanas for having her sister doing such a dangerous job and hope at the obvious effort Sylvanas was putting forth to save her sister. But pushed both feelings aside to be dealt with later. She brushed her eyes to clean away the tears before she spoke.

"We need to coordinate our strikes with the information she gave us."

"Yes, we do." He affirmed and we both retired to her office aboard her airship to coordinate strikes all over Northrend.

Naxxramas would be theirs because of the information provided by Elizabeth.