Anaie felt a great weight on her chest and slowly opened her eyes...
"wha... where...??"
Baxxter looked down at the rogue that he was pinning down and poured some strong rum into her mouth. "Be drinkin dat" he said as he rose, seeing that Anaie had regained her senses.
"what did I do?" Anaie said... noticing she was wearing her old bloodstained Scarlet Tabard and seeing bits of decaying flesh hanging from her claws. "Did I hurt anyone?!"
"Ja mon... ya nearly killed Melchisedech dere... you were screamin' sometin bout comin' fer dat one..." said Baxxter.
Anaie did not know what to do... she had slain many in her blackouts, but never attacked a fellow Grim... "I should 'ave nevah returned ta Azeroth... 'is grip is still strong on me 'ere...."
"Whose grip mon?" the troll shaman asked.
Anaie wanted to tell Baxxter the theory that the Argent Dawn were working on, but couldn't dare in front of the priest... it was still too risky. Only a select group of others knew what was believed to be going on with her, and it would have to stay that way for now... "I must be going to the Chapel in da plaguelands... and speak wit da Dawn. Dis be most disturbin'.." Anaie looked at the shredded robes of Melchisedech and did not know what she felt. True she had her differences with the priests blind faith, but despite that he was Grim, and he came to help... and she nearly killed him for it. Reaching into her pocket, she activated the Extra-Dimensional Ghost Revealer there and looked to Baxxter. "Inform Lupen I am okay... and ensure that none of our younglings ever come to my aid again... I do not want to 'ave dere blood on my 'ands."
"Ya gonna be okay?" Baxxter asked.
Anaie nodded slowly, "Aye... I, no we, will beat dis... or I will perish trying,"