The pale-furred worgen knew Aelena's trepidation and anguish, having been forced to live through a similar situation in his life. While the situation was dire and called for urgency, the large white wolf took a moment to earn Aelena's trust. “I am with you, lady draenei, and I know how your soul cries out now, for I have lost my family due to being a druid of Goldrinn. You may refer to me as Ettore.” The massive worgen dipped his head and bowed low to Aelena before continuing. “The most I can do is bring comfort to your lover; it is YOU that must reunite his body with his soul. For that, you must enter his realm and parley with him to reclaim your lover's soul. Being one of his druids, I have the power to breach the barrier between our realm and his for your spirit.”<br/><br/>Ettore did now wait for a response, for he knew what Aelena's would be. He set to work immediately, kneeling before an elaborate, beautifully carved figurine of Goldrinn. Being a shaman, Aelena would feel the shift in the air, the breaking of the spirit realm and the mortal realm. There was no great portal that burst into existence with flashing lights and thunder, only a sudden shimmering opening, tinted green, as though made of water. Ettore handed Aelena a potion that appeared quite similar in consistency to that of the portal. “Drink this, it will allow your spirit to enter through the portal. Attempting to enter with your physical body would cause you to be destroyed.”<br/><br/>Ettore waited, looking past Aelena to Iylldrraen, then back to Aelena, briefly locking his eyes with hers. “When in the spirit realm, use your instincts, young draenei, for your mind will not want to make sense and your heart will become distraught. Just as we used our instincts to find you, so must you use yours to find Goldrinn, and your lover.” With that the large, pale worgen rose, but moved to Aelena's back, sitting behind her facing away, as though acting as a shield from behind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>