There was once a time when death was the end. People were born, and they lived, then they died. Beyond the veil, they could rest in the Light, at peace. Sadly, this was not the case anymore.
Darcy didn't especially like passing through Forsaken territory. She couldn't help but look at all of its citizens with sadness, and that tended to anger or upset them. She needed to go to Orgrimmar, however, which meant riding the goblin zeppelin from Brill. She passed from the portal between Silvermoon City and the ruins of Lorderon and headed straight for the tower. So far, it seemed she was in luck, she'd only seen the orcish guards assigned to the area and the goblins running the airships. Maybe she could avoid confrontation with one of Lady Sylvanus' people today... but it was not to be. Soon, one of the Forsaken rode up on his skeletal steed. He was wearing mail and carrying weapons, clearly a warrior of his kind. He bowed to the initiate Blood Knight, and she nodded to him in return.
“What’s wrong, elf?” the undead man asked her.
She decides to ask him straight about his condition. If he was venturing beyond Forsaken territory for the first time, he might not have ever considered it. If he wasn’t, the question wouldn’t be a new one even if it had never actually been voiced. “Does it not bother you that instead of being at your rightful rest, that you continue on in this… cursed state?” Whatever his answer was, it wouldn’t matter. No member of the Forsaken would willingly go back into the earth: they had chosen to exist and serve Sylvanus Windrunner.
The warrior spoke about how he killed and the blood of his kills, and it was all that mattered to him. Darcy conceded that it was right for him now to work for the good of his people, and he’d be far worse off if the Dark Lady hadn’t freed them. Then she offered what she did all unliving members of the Horde: “If you decide you’re time should end, and there is no one willing or able to do so, seek out the Duskwatchers of Silvermoon City.”
The Duskwatchers are those who guide the final rest. Darcy had left her family name behind when she joined them, becoming Darcy Duskwatcher. Once, the Duskwatchers had no need for protectors, only the support of the priesthood. Times had changed, however.