Overlord Gey'arah: The Mag'har have never known life without a warchief. It will be hard for them--and for me. But it seems your people have lost a queen as well.

Lilian Voss: The Forsaken are torn by turmoil and doubt. Many still love Sylvanas, even after all she has done. Others believe their home remains in the Horde.

Overlord Geya'rah: And you? Where do your loyalties lie?

Lilian Voss:Where they always have--with the Forsaken. To be raised into undeath is to be forever haunted by the ghosts of your past. A caring hand can offer comfort through the pain.

Overlord Geya'rah: I see no crown upon your head. Are you the new queen they seek?

Lilian Voss:No. I'll speak on my people's behalf, but I won't rule them. There is another I believe will prove better suited to that task... when the time is right.

Overlord Geya'rah: The love you hold for your people burns as bright as my own for the Mag'har. I wish you good fortune, Lilian Voss.

Calia: Thank you for coming, Jaina. I wanted you both to know... I have decided to leave Kul Tiras.

Jaina: You're leaving? Why?

Calia: I received a letter from Lilian Voss of the Forsaken. She asks for my help.

Calia: The Forsaken lost their queen. For many, it's the second time they've been abandoned. They feel adrift. Alone.

Jaina: But Calia, none of that is your--

Calia: They are my people, Jaina. My father gave everything for Lordaeron. I wish to honor him, and to prove worthy of the name I was born with. The name Menethil.

Derek: Right, then. So when do we leave?

Calia: I cannot ask you to come with me, Derek. Kul Tiras is your home.

Derek: I am a Proudmoore, and I always will be. But I've changed, and it's time to see where the tides will take me.

Jaina: I understand, though I will miss you both. Come. Mother and Tandred would never forgive me if I let you leave without a proper farewell.



Lilian: My lady. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I am Lilian Voss.

Calia: Miss Voss. I once listened to your father's sermons. That was... long ago. Forgive me, I haven't introduced my companion. This is Lord Derek Proudmoore.

Lilian: Lord Proudmoore. You should know that I played a part in the events that led to your undeath. I... regret much of what has happened.

Lilian: I didn't know... at first. Once I did, I should have stopped it. Baine Bloodhoof showed the courage I lacked. If I could change the past, I would.

Calia: You didn't reach out to offer apologies. Why did you ask us here?

Lilian: This champion witnessed your kindness toward Lord Proudmoore. How you helped him through his torment. Sadly, he is not the only one who suffered in the war.

Calia: Night elf sentinels? Why are you... By the Light!

Lilian: Many fell at Teldrassil. Some were raised into rage and darkness, turned against their own people. They, too, have been abandoned.

Derek: Calia, I know the pain they suffer. The hopelessness. You must do something for them.

Calia: We will, Derek. Together.



Calia: Greetings. I am Calia Menethil of Lordaeron. I will do my best to help you. Please, come with us.

Lilian: That meeting went exactly as I'd hoped. I believe Calia Menethil can help many who are lost.

Lilian: We will speak again soon. There is more work to be done.