Ulduar, the Titans City, was the starting point of all Azeroth's secrets, but not the endpoint of every fate.
The instant Sinestra heard that question, her expression turned utterly cold, as though she had put on the harshest of disguises. She turned toward a corner of the dark room, where there seemed to be nothing.
But the next moment, a spark leaped out, and rich smoke followed as the lights came on. She saw the man sitting in a chair in the corner, unremarkable and utterly ordinary, an ebony smoking pipe between his lips. The surrounding walls were engraved with scenes of the Titans and their Guardians fighting the elements and the Old Gods, along with patterns that radiated starlight. All of it lent an extraordinary air to the surroundings.
But the Dragon Mother's gaze finally settled on that man. He was the one who had defeated her... though this was not the form he had taken in battle, she recognized him! She could smell his presence!
It was him!
"Who are you?"
The Dragon Mother asked in a low voice, its metallic clash carrying a ringing edge.
Dick raised his eyebrows. He took the pipe from his mouth and murmured,
"I'm Dick, the Steward of Azeroth. And incidentally, this is Ulduar, the Titans City, deep in Azeroth's Storm Peaks. Deathwing can't reach this place, so don't worry... you're far enough away from him."
Sinestra's expression shifted, but then she sneered.
"You know who I am?"
"Heh, of course I do."
The Paladin chuckled. "Sinestra, one of the original Dragon Aspects, the most ancient Dragon Mother of the Black Dragonflight, Deathwing's mate, mother of Onyxia and Nefarian, and Alexstrasza's former friend. During the Second War, after Deathwing, Neltharion, faked his death to escape, you followed him to Draenor. I'm very