“THAT BANSHEE WHORE DON’T KNOW WHUT SHE’S DEALIN’ WITH! ALL THEY WANT OUTTA HER IS A NEW LICH KING TA SPREAD THEIR CURSE AN’ THEY’S FUCKIN’ GETTIN’ IT ‘CAUSE SHE’S TOO STUPID TA REALIZE SHE’S JUS’ BEIN’ USED.
Y’HEARD ME RIGHT, IT’S A CURSE. THAT DISGUSTIN’ HAG EVEN CALLED IT THAT ‘ERSELF ONCE- AH REMEMBER IT. TORMENT. SLAVERY. AN’ HERE SHE IS NA’ SUBJECTIN’ UNDESERVIN’, UNINVOLVED, INNOCENT—”
The death knight calms somewhat, but his posture remains rigid.
"It ain’t about keepin’ a home fer Lordaeron’s lost souls no more. She an’ those loyal to ‘er overstepped that bound’ry when they took it to lands even th’ Skurge didn’ touch. When they flattened Gilneas. When they blighted Hillsbrad. Ah can’t fathom why th’ Crusade turns a blind eye to ‘er when she an’ her thrall is workin’ tirelessly raht unner their noses ta undo all th’ progress they’s made in th’ Plaguelands.
Ah said it before, an’ Ah’ll say it ‘til Ah’m gone- this world belongs ter th’ livin’. We’s here, we can’t help that, but we can help makin’ more ‘a us. This cycle’s gotta end, an’ the right one- life an’ death- has gotta be brought back. It exists fer a reason. Wantin’ a home, Ah kin unnerstand. Wantin’ a empire, Ah ain’t gunna abide by that, an you’ll see me on th’ frontline when her day comes.”
