"Tað lovaði eg bæði faðir og móðir, ei heldur tað hvassa stál." ("I promised my father and my mother, Nor the sharp steel.") - Torsteins kvæði, traditional Faroese. Elizabetha watched them sleep, side by side, calm, peaceful, ignorant of the turmoil that was everywhere on the world of Azeroth. Yes, even in Outland. She found it almost strange that she, the humble daughter of a former farmer-turned-soldier and a blacksmith's daughter - she, a former Missionary of the Scarlet Crusade - she, betrayed by a beloved, hated by the Light-haters, scorned by evil-doers, belittled by profiteers...should know such wonderful and thrilling happiness.