Nosdyn never slept...it was a flaw of his people.

He kept Tharak, his son, on top of his chest and listened to his son and Xyllea's breathing. He thought back to the recent events...The Weapon that was used against him, Nosdyn was certain was not one of N'Jal's. Something else was going on there. He'd always been a skilled military tactician and the revelation of that new Weapon did in fact trouble him. Later on, he would consult with his Undead acolytes about The Weapon in question...see if they had encountered anything similar to that.

Something about what Illsandra's Sister had done to him made him have to rethink something. I've become far too reactive at this point... Nosdyn thought to himself. There's more to protect now...it's not just about me. Given the current circumstances...he could not upset the balance of his Dark Elf allies. He'd been trying...Gods know he'd been trying to be less rash, not so impulsive. For all of their sake.

Did I make a mistake somewhere Illsandra? He thought to himself.

He'd hold himself accountable in front of his Guild, the entire time...that would be certain. But for the time being he had a son to raise properly. And he had a wife to protect...