<span style="color: navy">"That's good, Nyaka has all of the qualities that make a good wife... but not the sense to use them. She's... visited us from time to time... she even tried to claim Him once while he was meditating. We spent a long time cleaning up the blood." </span>The shuffling of rusted mail grew louder until a Night Elf emerged from the shadows, insanity in her one glowing eye and what looked to be moss clinging to her skin and hair.<span style="color: navy">"Ghosts? I'm not scared of them... either."</span>The Elf slowly sat down before Amere with her knees pulled tight to her chest and looked at her with a cocked head.<span style="color: navy"> "You are a... curious creature but an exalted one..."</span>In the flickering light from the braziers Amere would get a better look at the Elf, the woman quite dead and more than half decayed.<span style="color: navy">"I wouldn't harm my God's wife... not when I still await his presence... and freedom from this world."</span>The light from the braziers grew much brighter causing the woman to cower back into the shadows. "Many women, innocent women, were slaughtered here Amere, some driven insane before they were killed, some after. If you find anything of interest in here feel free to take it, I'm not ready to go home yet but I feel much better if you'd like to talk or just look around."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>