In the dining hall, Elthas was sitting on one of the comfortable chairs. Off to the side and listening to the explosions that assaulted the castle. Elthas had his eyes closed for a moment and was singing in the tongues of his people, The Forest Elves of Ruild. Elthas had his fedora hat on the large table in front of him. His eyes wept openly as he cried for the folks that were lost in the siege. Elthas sang for the people of the castle the lost souls who would undoubtedly suffer for all eternity after the terrible battle.

The song was mournful and sad, every word pronounced carefully and with exquisite practice. Elthas sang the mournful song, the final rites of an entire town. Though Elthas was by no means, a Priest, he knew the ways of his people. They honoured the old alliances between Men and Elves. Elthas opened his eyes when the woman appeared in the chamber with him. He wiped his face clean of the tears that freely flowed.

"It's funny isn't it?" Elthas got up from his chair and looked at Josette for a long moment. She was beautiful and had lush hair. That feature was the most prevalent of her. Her raven coloured hair. Elthas nodded. "I trust The Monks sent you?" Elthas asked. He bowed gently in her general direction, Elthas remembered his manners. "My name is Elthas. Son of Halm Belthasar." Halm was a legendary Hero of his people and a soldier during The Civil War. Elthas was looking for any and all information to his current where about which is what lead him The Citadel in the first place. He was trying to retrace the last few steps of his Father's adventures and locate him.

Elthas looked at the woman before him. [b]"I'm not one of those blood-thirsty monsters. I'm just here to train and get better so I can survive in battle and protect what