"Sadly Sir Alexander Priestess Sinoraa has the right of it this time. The Lord Regeant has tried diplomacy to the end of his infinete patience. Both him and Adal know what is coming and they need the full might of the Aldor and the Scryer if they are to combat it. Illidan still controls The Black Temple in Shadowmoon Valley, while Keal'thas controls the Netherstrom from his fortress within Tempest Keep. Then there is Lady Vashj who commands the Naga in Zangarmarsh from her lair in Serpenshine Cavren. These are the threats the Lord Regeant and Adal face here in Outlands. It is these three threats that the Scyer and Aldor must be united against if we are to survive." she said as she took a breath of the air she had grown up in. "It is good to be home again." she with a light tone as she pulled out a small whistle and blew into it. No sound was made, but this whistle was not made for human ears, this one was made for dragon ears. Soon the beating of giant wings could be heard overhead as a cobalt blue Netherdrake landed nearby. Miriallia walked up to the drake. "It's been awhile my friend." she said reaching up to pet the drake on it's head as it inclinded it's head ot her. She turned back to the group of gathered heros. "Take the mounts offered from the flightmaster." she said as she mounted the Netherdrake.