Miles away, in the cave where the Sword of Snow once laid, the ashes of the witch stir, and are soon carried away by a wind that doesn't exist, off to her mercenary camp. The ashes form the shape of the witch in the center of the camp, calling her mercenaries to attention.

“I have unfortunately been defeated by those wretched elves,” she says, “but there is still hope of my resurrection, if you make sure the Elven Weapons are not United, and if five hundred elves are killed by other elves, I will return. Go lead an attack on the wood elves, and make sure you get the Woodland Bow.”

“Yes, my lady,” the lead mercenary says, and rounds up his army, ready to lead another attack.