Vigilant Last Defender

Before we part ways, there is one thing still gnawing at my consciousness. With my body mine once more, memories of my last moments rush back to me. Darkness had hidden among us and showed itself once the protectors of the Light left.

While most of Uther Lightbringer's men followed him to fight against the Scourge elsewhere, one valiant paladin remained to defend the innocent. As we were forced to retreat into the mine, he stood his ground as long as he could, but alas, his unwavering devotion to the light was not enough against the hordes of undead thrown at him.

I cannot remember his name, yet I feel indebted to his sacrifice, even if it may have been fruitless in the end. Should you find traces of him inside the mine, take them out of this accursed place. That is all I wish for.

What is it, <race>? What can the Argent Dawn do for a traveler like you?

<Leonid takes the derelict mace and gazes upon it almost sentimentally.>

I remember that day... and the horrors it bore. Without the supervision of the Silver Hand, the summit turned slowly into a nest of sinistry and soon sunk into the clutches of darkness. The Cult of the Damned infiltrated the refugees of Stratholme seeking shelter in the mountains and overthrew Arthas' old stronghold after Uther left.

As a devout disciple of the Light I did all I could to protect the innocent. Foolish, perhaps, but anything else would've been shameful to me. With life fading my ravaged body, the last sounds I heard were the screams of fear and agony coming from the people I failed to save.

Thank you for bringing this to me, traveler. It was a choice reminder of the terrors the Scourge inflicts upon the world, one neither you nor I should easily forget.