My brother Derek died in the Second War, only to be raised against his will by the Banshee Queen. If not for Baine Bloodhoof's courageous act of defiance, Derek would have been turned into a weapon against my family.
He's lived in torment since his awakening. I feared he would be lost to us, but he has received help from an old friend of mine who has also been recently raised--Calia Menethil. She has guided him back from the brink of despair.
I am on my way to pay them a visit. Care to join me?
Calia: Ah, Jaina. What a relief to see you safe.
Jaina: Hello, Calia. Big Brother.
Derek: Word has spread of what happened at Orgrimmar. Is the war finally over?
Jaina: It will take time for all the pockets of fighting to be quelled but... yes, I believe so.
Calia: Azeroth has seen so many wars, so much strife. I pray we have earned a respite.
Jaina: As do I. Have you been able to find peace in your own heart, Derek?
Derek: I still have some rough seas to sail, but I'm much better now, thanks to Calia. Without her guidance, I would have been truly lost.
Calia: I'm so grateful you brought us together, Jaina. This time with Derek has helped me as much as it's helped him.
Jaina: In this wake of this war, others will need to find their footing. Their future. Perhaps you could guide them, too.
Derek: Maybe they don't need answers. Maybe they just need hope. Like I did.
Jaina: Well said, big brother. Come, let's take a walk. I am so grateful to have you both back in my life.
