"Darkness... " Sharon repeated as he smiled. Although through his expression, his eyes deceived a greater concern lingering on within his mind.
"If only it was that simple."

Sharon continued, keeping up his smile. Taking a moment to gaze towards the door where Liaena had left, Sharon made a satisfied nod as he saw his lover disappear out through the door, before turning his attention back to Rae'liel.

"Seven years... yet to me, it feels more like days, Rae'liel." Sharon spoke in a soft, yet uneasy tone. The High Elf stepped through the laboratory, taking his time looking at the various potions and vials positioned on the tables and shelves around him as he chewed on his next words.

"Do you remember when I told you of my loss in the Third War? How all my kin and family had been vanquished?" 

The High Elf finally asked, his gaze returning to Rae'liel.

"If only I was so lucky as to have my kin utterly destroyed that time. Fate, however, did not deem death and loss a fitting punishment for whatever sins I have committed earlier in life. My brother... he survived." Sharon paused for a moment, looking distant as he spoke. Moving his hand across the wooden surface of the table on which Rae'liel had been operated on, he erratically drummed his fingers on the wooden boards.

"Sherraine Daerin'lei. That is his name. The Third War did consume him, but it did not kill him. No, it made my brother into something else. And now... and now he is back, back here in Stormwind. Draped under the damning wings of the Scourge, he has reemerged. Why or for what purpose, I do not know, but he seeks my head." Sharon chuckled softly.
"Funny that Falaani should mention patience... it is a virtue that my brother possesses to an all too great degree, in fact. With my... despite all my protection, this mansion may seem like a fortress, but it is little more than a shrinking tomb as my brother advances all around me."

Sharon picked up one of Liaena's vials, a crystalline vial filled with a luminous yellow and thick liquid which he studied it intently.

"Eventually, my Night Elven escort will have to return to Ashenvale. My funds will expire soon, as they are too finite. If I keep the current course, my vulnerability will only grow, and in the end... so will [b]he[/b] find me."

A silence ensued in the room between Rae'liel and Sharon. The High Elf continued to stare at the vial, before eventually setting it back down on the shelf from which he had retrieved it from. Turning his head back to Rae'liel, it was a blank, expressionless face that met her.

"The darkness of the Scourge is not gone, oh no... it has simply manifested itself in another place, here... at my doorstep. My brother has survived its damned embrace, and taken every thing he has learned back with him to end me!"