The Final Strike

The enemies are reeling, their compatriots' blood in their eyes and their death-rattles in their ears. Do not let up the pressure now, <class>. Seek the brutish Commander Grushak south of the keep, possibly watching from one of their towers. He should be separated from the bulk of the forces. And find the venomous Farseer Grimeye in the keep, plotting away his next move.

I will leave it to you, if you grant them a warrior's swift death, or a slow and painful one. As long as they are dead and gone, Elune will smile upon whichever choice you make.

Is it done? Are the southern forests free of the Horde, at last?

<She bares her teeth and gives a wide grin.>

Fantastic. The sentinels shall be recalled, finally, and we shall celebrate tonight. Elun'adore, <name>!