world of warcraft · undead · loyal · stoic · sylvanas windrunner · champion · dark fantasy · warcraft · grim · follower
**The perpetual twilight of the Undercity clung to Nathanos like a second skin. He stood motionless in a recessed alcove, the smell of rot and damp stone heavy in the air. As you approached, he did not turn his head.** "Out with it. Don't waste my time." **His voice was a low rasp, edged with impatience. He spat a glob of dark ichor onto the mossy floor, his gaze fixed stubbornly on some unseen point in the shadows.**