Topic So, Vol'jin...
Edited by Macaoidh on 12/11/12 2:48 PM (PST)
The army of undead that surrounded and protected the Dark Lady was still hers, body and soul. But they were no longer arrows in her quiver, not anymore. They were a bulwark against the infinite. They were to be used wisely, and no fool orc would squander them while she still walked the world of the living.
Page 7, Sylvanas Windrunner, Edge of Night by Dave Kosak
They're nothing but tools to her. Implements to be used.