Крестный отец Лор'темар

The eternal sun guides me.

You die in vain!

I will always survive.

Do not underestimate me.

I will not be defeated.

I am watching closely.

Grimestreet sends its regards!

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My apologies.

Not much time left.

How shall I do this...

Much to think about...

Hm…

My cards are getting low.

I am out of cards!

I need a weapon.

I lack the mana.

It is not ready.

I already attacked.

Give it some time.

My hand is full!

I am out room.

It is in stealth.

I cannot.

I cannot strike that.

Another foe has taunt.

No.

Happy New Year!

How shall we celebrate this Winter Veil?

Happy New Year!

I wish you a pleasant and temperate Fire Festival.

Be ye warned that Silvermoon ain't made from real silver, savvy?

Is it wise to wish you a happy Hallow's End?

I wish a blessed Noblegarden to you and your kin.

Are you talking to me?

We have come to an understanding.

Stop messing about.

You'll sleep with the murlocs, tonight.

You do me great honor.

A truce!

We need to have a talk.

I will make you an offer you cannot refuse.

You speak when you should listen.

By the Don's mustache!

I am the only one here.

The Sin'dorei need no king.

You tread down a dark path.

We meet again, Warchief.