Roteye, unlike others of his kind, did not take the whole death knight thing well, not well at all. The first few months were pretty awful for him as he ventured back to Northrend to stay away from everything and everyone, wandering the frozen wastes for days and weeks, trying to figure out what to do with himself, lost in painful memories and thoughts – and, unfortunately, as he found out, even there he’d encounter beings that were not at all thrilled with his existence. And, to be honest, at that point he was almost okay with just giving up and letting whatever else comes next to tear him to pieces do its job.