"This is something that I cannot run from. If I run, my brother will simply be free to continue with his schemes in my absence. I may live, but in the end, simply others will die instead." Sharon explained.
"He is ruthless and uncompromising. I have seen first hand what he saw capable of. Even free of the Scourge, he intentionally raided and sacked an entire port town in Quel'Thalas, simply for his own gains, before turning on the men he had manipulated and deceived into his service."

Sharon thought back on Lord Greymoon's little ill fated expedition, where his brother had posed as an agent of the king. With the Lord's own men, under the false guise of finding a fake cult supposedly after the Lord's life, Sherpa had attacked and raided a wealthy port town in Quel'Thalas. The deaths had been high, both for the elves living in the town, and the men he had fooled to serve him.

"Worst, he is not even undead. He is what the Argent Dawn used to call a Second Generation death knight, consisting of those recruited during the Third War itself. He is as alive as both you and me, and he uses that to his advantage by hiding among the general populace of this city." 

Sharon paused, seemingly lost in thought for a brief moment.

"From what I understand, after the fall of the Scourge, he went his own separate path. But even with the death of his evil lord, his ruthless ambition seems to only have grown. What his ultimate goals are, I do not know, only that they are his own now."

Sharon's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared absentmindedly through the room, raising his hand above his chest to slightly rub his lower jaw with the back of his fingers.

"Exactly why he wants to kill me, I do not know. Maybe it is revenge, or maybe it is fear. Fear that I, as one of the few witnesses and survivors of Quel'Thalas, could jeopardize his plans, whatever they might be."