"Over the hills and far away, back in his arms she swears she'll be." - Nightwish: Over the Hills and Far Away. I meet Nouala at the Gates of Ironforge. It was cold in the evening, but my twins were well clothed and covered, shielding them from the coolness of the Dun Morogh air. We wasted no time after recognising one another - she wearing a hat that almost covered her eyes – I in a hooded mask, the only thing that would give me away being the lack of a right eye. I am angry as I recollect all this. I am angry that my children are paying for what I have done, for what I am doing. Come to us.