While Rhodes was busy "maintaining the infrastructure" for the Princess, Jaina, led by Uther, finally met her half-sister: the Paladin Finnall Goldensword.
The meeting between the two sisters was initially awkward. The moment Uther brought her over, Jaina saw her father's shadow in the woman before her. Finnall had the same beautiful long golden hair, and her facial structure mirrored the Admiral's, though she had clearly inherited her mother's elven traits—glowing green eyes and a pair of long, tapering ears.
"Lord Uther, I was told you were looking for me?" Finnall said, offering a formal knight's salute. She stole a glance at Jaina. Finnall knew exactly who her biological father was.
As a child, she had badgered her mother for the truth, but it wasn't until she came of age and became a Paladin of the Silver Hand that her mother revealed the secret: her father was the legendary Lord of Kul Tiras, Grand Admiral Daelin Proudmoore.
When she first found out, she had felt a childish urge to confront him—to demand why he had abandoned them. But as she grew older, that impulse faded. Growing up in elven circles as a half-elf meant enduring a childhood of being called a "half-breed" or a "stray."
She understood the harsh reality of human-elven unions. Elves live for thousands of years; humans are but a blink of an eye. In elven terms, it was like getting married on Monday and being a widow by Friday. To her mother, Daelin was likely just a passing traveler. Finnall had accepted this and chosen to dedicate her life to the Holy Light.
"Finnall," Uther said with a nod to both women, "this is Lady Jaina Proudmoore of Kul Tiras. She has something to discuss with you. I'll leave you two to it." He stepped away, giving them privacy.
"Um... you and I... I mean, this might be a surprise, but we..." Jaina stammered, unsure how to address the sister she had never known.
"We are sisters, aren't we? That's what you want to say?" Finnall was much more composed than Jaina.
"Er... so you know. It seems I'm the last one to find out. I'm your sister, Jaina. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Honestly," Finnall shrugged, "I don't really want anything to do with my so-called father. He wasn't there when I was growing up, and I don't feel the need to seek him out now. Do you understand?"
"But... you're his daughter. Maybe you should see him."
"And do what? Burst into tears and call him 'Papa' so he can cry and call me 'Daughter'? What's the point?" Finnall wasn't a little girl anymore. Though young by elven standards, she was in her thirties—a mature woman.
Jaina was taken aback by Finnall's blunt, slightly cynical tone. She had expected a tearful sisterly reunion and felt a twinge of disappointment. She took a deep breath. "I understand, Finnall... sister. Father missed your upbringing, and that wasn't fair. I'm not here to make excuses for him or force you into anything."
Jaina paused. "I just think... knowing I have a sister in this world is a wonderful, warm thing. I was the only girl in my family—one brother above me, one below. I never had anyone to talk to about 'girl things.' I just thought it would be nice to have someone to share things with."
"Is that so? That's a shame. But grow up, Jaina. Most human women your age are mothers by now," Finnall said. "I don't know what you're planning, but let's not meddle in the affairs of the older generation. It has nothing to do with us."
"Mother might find it... complicated when she learns," Jaina said softly, "but I think she'd want us to know each other. I hope that one day you can truly stand with our family. We could walk along the coast together and just talk."
Finnall looked at the sincerity in Jaina's eyes. Her guarded expression softened. She wasn't cold-hearted; she had just learned to use indifference as a shield. "Are you and your mother... not angry that I exist?"
"Mother doesn't know yet," Jaina admitted. "It was Rhodes, my... partner. He foresaw your existence through a vision. When he told me, Father admitted everything."
"Ah, the Son of the Holy Light. That explains it," Finnall nodded. "That man—Daelin—would never have told you on his own."
As a member of the Silver Hand, Finnall knew Rhodes. She had fought alongside him when he first rose to prominence, followed him through the Dark Portal to Honor Hold, and witnessed the epic battle at the Black Temple against Kil'jaeden. Every Paladin revered him. She never imagined she'd be related to him by marriage.
"Rhodes knew about you for a long time," Jaina added. "He mentioned your name the first time we met."
"It seems the Son of the Holy Light's foresight is no joke," Finnall joked, the tension finally breaking. "Did he say anything else? Did he see who my future husband might be?"
"Hahaha, not that I know of! But if you're interested, I can ask. He's very kind, no ego at all. I can introduce you."
"It's a deal. No Paladin would pass up a chance to meet the Son of the Holy Light," Finnall said, her eyes brightening. They spent the next hour talking about Finnall's life—how her mother, a strong High Elf mage, never spoke ill of Daelin, and how Finnall eventually chose the path of a Paladin after the Scourge took so many of her friends.
"Jaina, we can be sisters," Finnall concluded. "But this is between you and me. It has nothing to do with Kul Tiras or the Admiral. Understood?"
"I understand. By the way, we're heading to Silvermoon in a few days. Would you like to travel with the Son of the Holy Light?"
"I would love to. I'd like to ask him for guidance on the Way of the Light."
That evening, Rhodes finally met Finnall Goldensword in person. Seeing the legendary "Son of the Holy Light" at such close range made even the seasoned Paladin nervous.
"Rhodes, this is my sister, Finnall. Finnall, this is Rhodes," Jaina said with a beaming smile.
"It is an honor to meet you, Lady Finnall," Rhodes said with a warm smile.