The towering wolf spirit remained motionless, looming over the pleading draenei. He listened with disinterest at her professing of love, having no use for such trifling things as a demigod. Goldrinn shook the green, glimmering bauble that was her lover, just to break the monotony of her pleading, then she spoke the magic word. “Treachery! Yes! You both know of treachery, and his name is Garamon!” Goldrinn lowered his great gaping maw and released the bauble into Aelena's hands. The wolf spirit's eyes flared suddenly, as though the great forge in Ironforge had been stoked behind each of the fathomless orbs. “You may take the bauble, your love, and he will temporarily bind with his body once more, on the condition that you kill Garamon!” The wolf began to pace, snarling and growling.<br/><br/>“Garamon! Garamon! My ambassador! My herald! The one I had chosen to unite the Worgen under my name! The audacity!” Turning back to Aelena, Goldrinn willed a patch of the ethereal ground to rise under her so that she would be level with his eyes; he lowered himself for no mortal. “You understand what you must do, yes, little draenei? You will take your little elf lover and you will kill Garamon. I care not how, but you will, or I will draw him back and devour him. Once you have slain him in your world, you will return here to mine.” There was a craftiness behind those spectral wolf's eyes, though it was to be expected. “Go now!” Before Aelena could respond she was out of Goldrinn's realm, the portal had been closed, and the glimmering green orb in her hands was pulsing, channeling Iylldrraen's spirit back into his body nearby.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>