Suddenly Nathanos was all business. "Tell me, if you can. What was your task?"
"Nothing more or less than to retrieve an artifact from Helya herself."
He blinked. "A titan-forged watcher is another one of the Jailer's allies? Friends in high--or should I say, low places," he said. Helya was sovereign of a dark realm--that of the dishonorable dead, sentenced to an eternity of fighting--and defeat. "What was the artifact?"
"The Jailer called it a Soulcage. Helya was reluctant to part with it, but I pointed out that it would benefit her as much as it would benefit her master. I was instructed to use it to command the leader of the Val'kyr to deliver the mighty souls she commands to Helya, who in turn would turn them to our purpose."
Nathanos looked impressed. "The Val'kyr are indeed magnificent souls. Bright and glorous. All that anima flooding the Maw..."
Her angry look silenced him. "It would have been lovely had that wretched old wolf not interfered."
