Ellarinne's jaw drops. A storm of emotions brews up inside her; shock, curiosity, the deep rage of vengeance denied. She saw Sylvanas consigned to the Maw and knew it for justice -- but it did not give her the pleasure she would have gained from seeing that witch's heart split on Tyrande's glaive. Nothing could.

She takes a deep breath. Vengeance is not justice, and neither would be screaming at this poor stranger for what is likely an honest mistake. "You know of Teldrassil?" she asks, and explains her own reaction thus: "It was my people's home, yes. But it was burned by the order of Sylvanas Windrunner nearly ten years ago."