Terror of the Webweavers

<The Night Elf is writhing in pain, his formerly white robes stained with the deep red hue of his own blood. Groaning and coughing, he turns to you.>

Brave adventurer... The horrors of these lands are relentless, they show no mercy towards the living; mindless creatures that spit on the sanctity of life! In these last fleeting moments of mine, the desire for vengeance and retribution festers within me. <class>, fulfill my last wish and purge the arachnid monstrosities in the tunnel to the north. We cannot allow their foul venom to harm any more defenders of the light...!

<Suffering under excruciating cramps, Mal'adris winces and screams in agony.>

You've returned...

Have you fulfilled Mal'adris' last request? You are sadly too late. He succumbed to his injuries not long ago; I did everything I could to save his life, but it was not enough. Us members of the Argent Dawn are well aware of what our duty in these lands entails, yet when the time eventually comes for every one of us, rarely do they come to terms with it. I've seen it countless times, and it never gets any more bearable.

Let this be a warning to you, adventurer. Should you still wish to venture into the abyss that awaits you beyond this hill, then be well aware. Death awaits at every corner.