Tralin stood in the center of the room, the others gathered around him in concern and confusion. His face was extremely somber, lacking completely his normal emotionless cast. "Well, Tralin," Draynor said, "I believe you have our attention rather fully. I think it is time you reveal what it is you know. What is happening here?" "It is a battle older than time itself. A conflict that stretches beyond anything you can imagine. The forces that direct these undead armies represent a corruption of all the elemental powers." "I do not follow. The Dark Lord does not direct them?" Darin asked quietly.