"Mortal, I am Thorim, the Stormkeeper. Since you were able to break through my Dragonrider guardians, I shall allow you to state your name."
Andreas bowed respectfully. "Honored Titanic Watcher Thorim, I hail from the Night Elf race. My name is Andreas Moonshadow."
"Night Elf..."
Thorim nodded noncommittally. "I have heard of them. You didn't break through the encirclement to reach my temple just for a reckless adventure. State your purpose."
Andreas smiled and uttered a single name: "Sif."
Upon hearing that name, Thorim's originally calm expression changed instantly.
"...Mortal, where did you hear that name?"
Thorim's expression turned grim, a mixture of anger, sorrow, and nostalgia flickering in his eyes.
Sif was Thorim's wife, a female Vrykul.
The Sif that Thorim loved so deeply was not entirely faithful to him; behind his back, she had engaged in an extramarital affair with Loken.
Under the influence of Yogg-Saron, Loken's love for Sif gradually warped into a paranoid desire for possession. He attempted to convince Sif to go public with their relationship.
However, Sif adamantly opposed Loken's proposal. Although she had faltered in her personal integrity, from the perspective of the greater good, she did not want her actions to cause the collapse of the Watchers' harmonious relationships.
Realizing that Loken's love was becoming increasingly dangerous, Sif severed all ties with him and warned him not to disturb her life again.
Tortured into madness by the whispers of Yogg-Saron, Loken killed Sif in a fit of jealous rage.
Yet, just as Loken was sinking into guilt over his lover and anxiety about how to explain things to Thorim, Sif's spirit suddenly appeared before him.
In reality, this so-called spirit of Sif was merely an illusion created by Yogg-Saron to completely corrupt Loken.
Guided by Yogg-Saron, Loken slid further into the abyss step by step. He abandoned Sif's body in the frozen wastes of the Storm Peaks and brought the tragic news to Thorim.
When a grief-stricken Thorim came seeking answers, Loken calmly told him that Angrim, the King of the Frost Giants, had killed Sif.
At that time, the bond between the Watchers was profound. Thorim did not doubt Loken's words for a second. Driven by rage and hatred, Thorim killed Angrim without hesitation.
However, Thorim's impulsive actions triggered a long and bloody war between his Storm Giants and the Frost Giants, resulting in heavy casualties for both sides.
In this situation, Loken stepped forward once again. He severely rebuked Thorim for letting personal grudges blind his reason and for inciting a war for his own selfish ends. Using Sif's name, he told Thorim that if Sif could see his behavior, she would be utterly disappointed.
A guilt-ridden Thorim regained his reason through his fury. Unable to face the disappointed gazes of the other Watchers, he left Ulduar and settled permanently in his temple atop the Storm Peaks.
By a stroke of luck, Thorim's departure from Ulduar allowed him to escape the corruption of Yogg-Saron. For ten thousand years, he had sat alone in the Temple of Storms, allowing guilt and regret to gnaw at his heart.
Andreas smiled calmly. "Where I heard it is not important. What matters is: do you truly believe Sif was killed by the Frost Giants?"
Wild fury flickered in Thorim's eyes, which were shrouded in lightning. He stood up from his throne and extended his left hand. A lightning-charged warhammer flew from outside the temple, landing perfectly in Thorim's right hand.
"Mortal, do not try to push my limits. I will give you one last chance: state your true purpose!"
Under the pressure of the lightning raging through the temple, the hair on Andreas's body stood on end, but he maintained a steady expression on the surface.
"My intention is to tell you the truth behind the deaths of Sif and Tyr, so that you may find your true enemy."
"Tyr?"
Thorim's brow furrowed, and the oppressive aura around him weakened slightly.
"What do the deaths of Sif and Tyr have to do with each other? Mortal, what exactly are you talking about?"
"Well... that is a long story."
...
For a full three hours, Andreas detailed the truth of Sif and Tyr's deaths to Thorim.
Throughout the process, Thorim's expression shifted constantly.
Initially, he adamantly refused to believe Sif had betrayed him for Loken, but under Andreas's methodical guidance, his once-firm convictions began to waver.
The fate of Tyr became the final straw.
"If you do not believe me, you can go to Tirisfal Glades and see for yourself. Zakajz is still sealed within Tyr's tomb to this day."
"Or, you can go to Uldaman and wake Archaedas and Ironaya to hear the truth of Tyr's flight from their own mouths."
Thorim's powerful iron body swayed slightly. Although he could not emotionally accept the truth Andreas spoke, his heart had begun to shake as more clues were disclosed.
"Loken... killed Sif, and colluded with Yogg-Saron, corrupted the other Watchers, and killed Tyr?"
Boom!
His massive frame collapsed back onto his throne. Thorim leaned his forehead against his hand, his expression one of struggle and agony.
"Andreas Moonshadow."
After a long silence, Thorim looked at the tiny mortal before him with vacant eyes.
"What is your purpose in telling me this shocking news? What do you want from a fool like me?"
Seeing that Thorim had finally taken the bait, an imperceptible glint flashed in Andreas's eyes.
"Honored Stormkeeper."
Andreas saluted Thorim respectfully. "Currently, Loken has left the protection of Ulduar and Yogg-Saron to travel alone to the Grizzly Hills to help his kin seize territory."
"If you wish to confront him face-to-face without being ambushed by Yogg-Saron, now is the best opportunity."
"Confront him..."
Thorim dazed for a moment. Thinking of the vengeance for Sif and the senseless death of Tyr, bolts of surging lightning began to flash in the Storm King's eyes once more.
Gripping his warhammer, Thorim rose slowly from his throne. His thunderous voice roared toward the sky: "Veranus! To my side!"
Roar!
At Thorim's call, a massive blue Proto-Drake took flight from the distant mountains and soon landed within the spacious hall of the Temple of Storms.
Gently stroking the back of the Proto-Drake, whose eyes gleamed with the light of wisdom, Thorim lifted his warhammer and mounted the beast.
Looking down at Andreas, Thorim's expression was exceptionally solemn. "Come up, mortal named Andreas."
"Although I do not know where you learned these hidden truths, your words have no obvious logical flaws."
"Loken... I shall go and question him for the truth myself."