You stay true to the Defias mission. With your help, the heart of Stormwind's presence in Westfall is burned to a cinder, its agents scattered across the map. You return to the Defias stronghold of the Deadmines, ready to reap the rewards of having saved the abandoned populace of Westfall. They never come. Infighting tears the Defias apart, often literally. Food disappears from the country, the fields lying fallow as it's whispered they did the first time the Defias took over this place. One night, you wake up to see a scarecrow-like harvest watcher, a symbol of the Defias, looming over you. Your weapons have been stolen by other Defias members. No one will rush to your aid if you scream, and no one is worth saving if you yell to them to run. For all of your employer's talk, no one is there for you.
Go back to when anyone was still there for you.