Deep in the Mines

I bid you welcome to the legacy of crime of that which you call home?shelter, family. Witness the havoc brought by the hands of the slaving Horde. This is what would have remained of all Azeroth, were we not rid of our demonic masters. Take it in. And then focus?we are not here to conquer, nor to save. We are here to assume responsibility.

As always, the cursed mongrels of the Shadow Council do not fail to make their sort as detestable as one could be. Were it not enough that their numbers plague this war-scarred land, they have gone above and beyond to raise both flesh and soul beyond the veil of death.

In what was Breezehaven, you will find a mine. Dispatch the numbers of bones and rotting flesh that stand between you and their pitiful masters. Find these so-called necromancers and stain your blade with their fel-ridden blood. I owe a personal debt to the scum that dared call themselves Stormreaver. What even is a storm in the face of a hollow that will swallow all there is?

We owe apologies to none. It is not guilt that brought us here?but honor.

I see the color of blood and smell the stench of death on you. Well done. Now, onto other matters.