I was enjoying it until I got the the point where Vanessa actually acknowledges my existence. As part of the scripted conversation, she tells you...
And you, Aetherna, I will spare your life. You have done much to help our cause, albeit unwittingly, but the next time we meet it will be as enemies.
Really? I mean, really?
Lady, I don't care who your daddy was.
In case you missed it, I'm a freakin' level 85 arcane mage.
You didn't even bother to stun me, you ignorant little witch.
I just finished going through Westfall like a hot knife through butter.
In fact, the only reason there's anyone of your thugs left standing at all is because killing them was just too plain tedious.
When I'm done here, I'm going to use the power of my mind to rip a hole in the space-time continuum. Then I'm going to travel to another world, find the biggest, nastiest, most twisted member of the Burning Legion still mobile, and turn him/her/it into a puddle of ectoplasmic goo... just for fun.
You're what? Sixteen?
Seriously, Vanessa. Is that your age, your level, or your I.Q.?
All three, apparently.
It's also the number of milliseconds you'd manage to survive if the developers hadn't revealed you as part of what's essentially a non-interactive cutscene.
I'm going to go run the Deadmines at least once just to kick your scrawny, whiny, self-centered butt and give you the beating you so richly deserve.
"I will spare your life." Pfft. It is on, girl. And you're going down.