When the recruiting officers asked Mayluna to fly for the Alliance flying fortress above Icecrown, she never knew that it will involve fraternizing with the Undead. Me, a nature-loving druid, to smell the stench of Arthas’ ex-hounds!
Trying to get rid of this “honorable Alliance officer”, Mayluna spread her wings and darted off the ship as fast as she could. She nearly clashed with the observing Great Eye she was supposed to take down.
With Lich King blinded (for the time-being) Mayluna descended to get acquainted with yet another ally that smells flowers. Dead and rotten flowers. Compost.
She never suspected that they will make it easy for her, sending her to collect some herbs or healing the wounded. Truly so, the task that undead elf has for Mayluna is ripping souls or whatever they do from the Arthas’ most powerful servants nearby. At least she could blast them, but it doesn’t liberate her from digging in their guts.
Baron Sliver says that there’s a very, very dangerous Scourge leader inside the building and Mayluna needs help from her new “mates” to take him down.
Sick and barely standing on her legs, she asks the new mayor of Shadow Vault to give her a new assignment – which won’t include any more abominations.
Well, Mayluna didn’t like Vrykul at all, so Fleshwerks? Sounds promising.