My meditations must be working. The locks placed on my memory began cracking a few nights ago. Dreams of things I don't remember doing have come filtering through, and then today, the floodgates opened.
It was something so simple. I was helping in the far northern reaches of Darkshore, helping drive back the troll incursion there. I was working in the infirmary during a lull in the fighting. There was a dark haired human woman there, her face turned away from me, I reached for her hand to see if she was awake, and the next thing I know, I was in the grip of memory.
I was standing in the infirmary in Westbrook Garrision. I reached out my hand and touched Devondra, and drew her through the portal I'd created in the cemetary in Duskwood. Devon was unconscious, having been drugged while she recovered from an injury, and the worgen and the elf who awaited us spirited her away to the far reaches of Eastern Plaguelands. It was a location hidden by both physical means, and by magic. Words came from my mouth. My voice joked and laughed, and I taunted Devon in her drugged confusion. I felt my gorge rise...
and then I was on the ground in Duskwood, retching. The elven priestess I was assisting was speaking to me with great concern. I was sweating, shaking, but triumphant! I clung to the one thing that I could glean from that horrible scene:
I know the location of the Twilight's Hammer!