Geel didn't see who it was that brought him back through the window- His eyes were still swimming in the visions of the past. When he had gazed at it, the monster, falling, Geel imagined he'd feel some form of satisfaction from vanquishing great evil. Yet all he saw was a friend he'd failed, and all he felt was grief.
When at last he struggled through, his scales coated in a thin film of frost and his movements sluggish, he saw the man who helped him back into the tower. It was a heavily armored man, almost like Gemini. Almost strange in appearance, at such a remote place in the world. He would be worth worrying about on most days, but today worries were plentiful enough. Geel nodded his head at the man in recognition of his aid, and walked numbly towards the rest of the group.
How could this have happened? It was only minutes ago that Alistar had fought with blade alone, only minutes ago that he was leader, fighter, protector. Geel could still imagine him emerging from shadows of the pillars, as if there had not been those last few cruel moments. The smell of the smoke would fill the air, and Geel would be relieved to see it coming from his pipe. Yet this was not meant to be.
"Who knew of this beforehand?" This question had nagged at him for a while now, and it came from his lips before he could stop it. Looking at the rest of the group present in the room, he could not help but harbor suspicions. Melee, Gemini, Einarr, the Sellsword. How many of them knew of this? How many had hidden this from the rest of them?
As Geel watched them, questioningly, accusingly , another presence entered the room. It came as ceaseless waves of nauseating stench, as frigid chills and shrieking squeaks. Geel's stood still, impaled by the horror of the scene before him. A horde of rats raced across the floor, carrying with them all manner of disease and parasites. They brushed against the group as they scampered past, all moving in unison towards...
The window
Geel spun around, back towards that horrid window. The rats blanketed the floor around the window, and the moonlight was blotted out by some terrifying force. As Geel began to wonder what could block out Hircine's influence at the strongest, a figure formed at the window, and in it contained eras of rot, rank, and all things horrifying to men.
"Poor Alistar...Run through by a blade, left to plummet to his death in the cold dark.... If only there were some way to save him."
The figure spoke not through words, but through a chorus of a thousand other ghastly noises. It's vowels were the howling wind, it's pronounciation the clicks of roaches. Each word contained the hissing of snakes, and the voice of a woman was a shell of humanity.
The voice was chilling to the bone, but the words pierced Geel's core. It was as if it knew the truth behind Alistar's death, and blamed them for it. If some terrifying evil wished rescue Alistar from his previous killers...Geel could only wonder what sort of monster they were, that even evil itself wished to save Alistar from.
No longer was it just fear that clutched him. Remorse, anger, despair. They clutched onto him like rats on corpses, and gnawed at all good and upright. All his beliefs, all his morals. They tumbled into the pit of doubt, and Geel could no longer care.
The group recoiled in shock and confusion as the air around the window shivered and warped. Then the figure formed. It was human, but not mortal. It was feminine, but not woman. It watched them with the eyes of a predator, and Geel knew it at once.
"... I am Namira, Lady of Decay."