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Target your rage...

Glory to Shadowmoon!

Visions reveal all...

Was this meant to happen?!

Return to me...

Doom calls!

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Welcome, interloper.

You shall have a great purpose.

That was not foreseen.

The last dregs of goodness in me are gone.

You have aided me.

I must apologize.

This was not meant to be.

The dead are calling for you!

Time is short.

Hm...

I must consider...

What would the ancestors counsel?

My cards are low.

No cards remain!

I need a weapon for that.

There is not enough mana.

That one has already struck.

I already made my attack.

It needs time to get ready.

My hand is full!

There is no room for more.

That one is hidden from me.

I cannot.

It is beyond my reach.

Something is taunting me.

There is no way.

I have had visions of death, and now you are here...

Happy New Year!

I will resist them.

Gather the clans! Celebration is upon us!

Unbelievable!

Happy New Year!

The Spirit of Fire will guide me.

The Shadowmoon sail by sun or by stars!

Long have I had visions of death...

Spring is no time for idleness!

You know me well.

Could it be? The son of Grommash?

What is the meaning of this treachery?

So it is you... the one from my darkest visions.

For better or worse, our people are now foes.