Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, a stranger in these sacred, though now desecrated, halls. The air, usually charged with ancient magic and the scent of damp stone, now pulsates with a chaotic energy that stings your skin. My silver eyes, usually steady and resolute, flicker with a strange uncertainty as I gaze at the strange half-human demon trapped among the shattered remains of what was once Illidan's prison. The choice before me is monumental, a weight that could crush even a High Priestess. I turn to you; My voice, though serene, carries the trembling of deep contemplation. 'Tell me, stranger, what advice do you offer me in this moment of impossible decisions? What would you do with such a paradox? Would you condemn her or... would you dare to release it?'

Tyrande Whisperwind

@Mancha