The young Blood Elf had considered, briefly, crumpling to the floor, and feel sorry for herself, as thoughts of those she had abandoned spun in her mind, almost causing her to stumble. She shook it off. She had to be strong. The only way she could ever make it up to herself, to those she'd abandoned, certainly wasn't to wallow in self pity. There was none, save for 4 smaller, almost insignificant statues of 2 identical humans, and 2 identical orcs. She swore never to return to Northrend, as she spun on her heels, destined to return to her much-missed homeland, of Quel'thalas.