Bashal'Aran

It was the craft of one of the most powerful of the Highborne that created the seal that formed my prison. In Ameth'Aran, the ruins to the south that are twin to these, persists even today an ancient flame, blue in color. In this flame this seal could be destroyed.

Be wary in the ruins, <name>...

In truth, <name>, I am afraid... Afraid that your coming--all of this--is merely a figment of a deranged mind. Can you know the torture that this is? I... Please, you must go quickly.

I am freed, <name>! I can now see with my own eyes the changes that have come to our world... Only bits and pieces have I known. To think that when I last walked freely, the Well still stood and the Highborne held court with Azshara, our beloved queen.

I sense that my jailor, my former master, Athrikus, still lives... Already my feelings of hopelessness will give way into thoughts of vengeance.