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[Anyone out and about this time of night may come across two vaguely familiar figures silently patrolling the halls. They are elves, sure enough, but their eyes are burning red, their hair and skin pallid. Weaponry adorns their black, ornate armor; well-used swords at hips and longbows crafted from bone slung over shoulders. They move with grace and without sound, their fiery eyes nearly unblinking.

Most attempts to flag them down will result in a wary glance and little else, but if any are feeling ambitious, they're more than welcome to try harder.

For the most part, though, they are standing guard outside room 425.

After a time, a voice carries over the journal. It's perhaps a bit familiar, but with a cold echo to it.]

The Dark Lady has not returned yet. Shall we seek her out?

[And another voice, with the same unearthly echo responds.]

Not yet, sister. She will return. Remember -- patience, discipline.

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[The more their queen reacts poorly to their presence, the more Vereesa wonders if they should leave, if only temporarily. Red eyes flicker toward Alleria as she keeps her nonthreatening pose.]

She is not well. Our presence brings her grief. Perhaps it is best if we leave her be for now.

[And then to Sylvanas] You need only call for us and we will be at your side.

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[It breaks her cold, still heart, but their youngest sister is correct. Alleria opens her mouth briefly, a habit leftover from when she still lived; it's an approximation of a sigh, though of course no air escapes her dead lungs.]

Yes. We will be waiting for you, Dark Lady.

[And again, she'll edge around Sylvanas, away from the open door and toward the hall.]