In Quelrins City, Avengers Queen Sylvanas and Darion, Highlord of the Knights of the Ebon Blade, had already been waiting for a long time, but the man they were waiting for, Patrick Cabrolon, had yet to appear in the city.
"Highlord Cabrolon must have important business with us. There's nothing wrong with waiting a little." Darion reassured the other Death Knights. As a former Lordaeronian, he was accustomed to getting along with High Elves and found nothing strange about being in Quelrins City.
Moreover, during his two days in Quelrins City, the High Elves had welcomed Darion warmly, treating him entirely as a Lordaeronian. This was, in fact, what Darion had always longed for. He disliked being undead. If he had a choice, he would still choose to become human again, to return to his kingdom and his people.
Ever since the Scourge had been destroyed and Ner'zhul had died, the Ebon Blade knights, who had always rallied behind vengeance, had suddenly found themselves with nothing to do. Their blood debt had been repaid. What were they to do with the time they had left?
Farm? The undead contaminated the land. Who would dare let them farm? Even if they did, who would dare eat the undead wheat they grew?
Build a city and help rebuild Stratholme? Although the undead needed neither rest nor relief from fatigue, Archbishop Alonsus Faol had explicitly stated that materials with an affinity for negative energy could not be used in the reconstruction. Furthermore, to ensure the safety of future civilians, Death Knights whose bodies were steeped in negative energy were forbidden from entering Stratholme while it was still under construction.
There was no other choice. Stratholme had been massacred, and Naxxramas had operated there for a long time. Who knew where bones, Scourge magic