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Chen Stormstout: Very well, *name*. I will need your help making this beer.
Chen Stormstout: When I yell out the names of ingredients, you throw them in the pot…
Chen Stormstout: I am kidding!
Chen Stormstout: I’m the best brewer that ever lived. I think I can handle this part.
Mudmug yells: Damn straight you can!
Chen Stormstout: If you wouldn’t mind waiting, … this might take a long time.
One fade to black later…
Li Li: That DID take a long time!
Chen Stormstout: It is done. The Warchief is dead…
Chen Stormstout: But without a Master to control them the restless Horde will become an even greater threat to this world…
Chen Stormstout: Control must be maintained.
Thrall: The weight of such a burden…
Thrall: It must be mine for, there is no oth-
Bolvar Fordragon: GO’EL! YOU HOLD A GRIM DESTINY IN YOUR HANDS.
Bolvar Fordragon: BUT IT IS NOT YOURS.
Bolvar Fordragon: PLACE THE PAULDRONS UPON MY SHOULDERS.
Bolvar Fordragon: FOREVER MORE I WILL BE THE WARCHIEF OF THE HORDE.