“I’ll get my happy ending, of course!” The demon hunter produced a sly smirk. “Once Azeroth rids itself of the pestilence that is the Legion once and for all, I’ll settle down like the good boy that I am. Maybe work on a babe or four for every knee and arm.” He intentionally flaunted the colossal size of his horns in a displaying gesture. “Think society will be ready to accept me when everything is said and done?”

It wasn’t long before a bitter chuckle rumbled from deep within his barrel of a chest.

“Take a look at what I am and tell me what you think.” He shook his head, bemused by the inquiry as though the answer was self-evident. “There is only the hunt. Hopefully I’ll be dead before the madness takes its toll.”