[He starts to fidget, then stops himself. Gotta be brave.] I should hope not. He died very terribly, or so I heard. [There's a dripping... thing... in Orgrimmar.
Okay. Okay. He gathers his courage, then finally, finally looks at Wrathion again. His lips form a line, and he is very determined to see this through.]
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Okay. Okay. He gathers his courage, then finally, finally looks at Wrathion again. His lips form a line, and he is very determined to see this through.]
... What would you ask of me?