Xal'atath, the Young Lady

Rend, at the Temple of Storms atop the Storm Peaks, the highest place on Azeroth, naturally saw the two enormous mushroom clouds as well. Knowing that both the Scourge and the Lich King had vanished, he decided it was time to speed up his own plans.

"Hey, you big idiot, don't forget what you promised me, or I won't help you anymore." An incomparably sweet huff sounded directly in Rend's mind, like a young girl throwing a little tantrum.

This girl was certainly not some woman Rend had just met while carrying the little princess Tyrygosa on his back. More accurately, it was uncertain whether she was even female.

Rend took a soul-stirring dagger from his spatial pack. An living eye upon the blade continuously rolled about.

The girl's voice from before had come from this strange dagger—Xal'atath, Blade of the Black Empire. It had been forged from the claw of Xal'atath, an Old God who had fallen before the ancient Titans even arrived, and it contained the last vestige of the Old God's will.

Because the dagger bore the will of the Old God Xal'atath, it could be said that she had sought Rend out of her own accord, rather than Rend finding her.

Xal'atath's reason for approaching Rend was simple: she was willing to help him purify the Titan Keepers corrupted by Yogg-Saron, the Old God known as the God of a Thousand Mouths, in the Storm Peaks.

Of course, given Xal'atath's nature of never acting without profit, she naturally demanded a certain reward.

At the time, Xal'atath had said, "Your power and courage are so captivating. I noticed you long ago, hero. As long as I help you defeat Yogg-Saron, I can become a corpse. Then I can stay by your side forever. I will give you