The fear had subsided, but only slightly. Furthermore, it seemed closer. So close Aakesh could almost grab it, squeeze it until it grew in desperation. He wanted that feeling of being alive again. He longed to destroy everything, kill everyone, feel his heart race, pumping his blood as it grew colder and colder with every bit of anguish he caused others.
Shaking his head, the Death Knight took a deep breath, trying his best to use old methods to calm his thoughts. "Ironic that the colder my blood gets, the more alive I feel. The more pain I cause, the happier and calmer I become. That fear is my ally; something used to heal and strengthen, rather than hurt," he muttered under his breath.
A slight smell of salt reached his nose. Not unlike sweat, but stronger. It had the stench of dirt; not that of the surrounding area, but that with more natural iron in it. Red earth he thought. Now where would red earth of that type come from? It seemed familiar, as if he had smelled it years before, back in a frozen land, back when he was...A guard came the thought.
Yes, he recognized the smell for what it was. That of the trolls and orcs. A smell that only came from years spent in the rustic dirt of Durotar. He was here, the troll had to be. His wicked grin stretched across his face, morning light shinning off his perfectly cared for teeth.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," he called, using his ghastly voice to carry the sound across the entire Cathedral district. "I only want to play with you," he cooed in mock innocence. "I will find you my moss covered friend." A deep, hallow laugh started deep in his chest, growing ever louder until it echoed off the very mountains outside of Stormwind, blanketing the whole city in a frigid air.