Бру'кан из Степей

Call the lightning!

How about a makeover?

Think fast!

Splish splash!

Age before beauty!

<death sound>

What you got to say to old Bru'kan?

You've been taught well.

A senior moment.

You wish to be struck by lightning?

I will remember that.

You want an apology? Get back up!

That's enough. Time to eat.

Do you feel the storm coming?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

So many choices...

If only I had some warm soup.

Hmm...

I am almost out of cards.

No more cards.

Bru'kan be needing a weapon.

I need more mana for that.

That minion already attacked.

How many times you want me to hit?

You know that minion can't attack yet.

There's no more room for cards in my hands!

I can't target a stealthed minion.

I cannot play that.

Not that target. It's illegal!

I must attack the minion with Taunt.

Stop that!

I will atone for the sins of the past.

Of course I feel it. The storm is me.

Happy Holidays.

I did not see that coming.

Happy New Year!

Happy Fire Festival! Fire's good for cooking, eyah?

Happy Pirate Day! I've been stranded on an island or two in my time.

Happy Hallow's End!

Happy Noblegarden!

I think you are a handsome troll, is all.

I have too many minions.

I am proud of what you have become, Rokara.