The Mmmmist...Manes draw near.

Perrrrhaps...their Balaurrrr masters...order it, perhaps the old hatreds run deep.

Few warrrrriors...remain to oppose them. Soonnnn our...time will end.

Player: "There is one more warrior than you think."

Yourrrr claws...are sharp. Does your furrrr...tingle beforrrre...the hunt, as ours does?

Our quarrrrry...is the Mist Mane Scratchers and Mist Mane Spellshifters.

Kill them.

Player: Accept.

I smelllll...your strength. You willlll...find themmmm...near the Altar of the Black Dragon.

Theirrrr scouts...are searrrrching...even now for this refuge.

They willlll...step differrrrently...when you kill the Mist Mane Scratchers and Mist Mane Spellshifters.


Player: "The task is mine."

What nnnnews...of the Mist Mane Tribe?

Do the Mist Mane Scratchers...and Mist Mane Spellshifters...still walk without fear?

Player: "They now know my name."

Excelllllent. This is...the true warrior.

You wearrrr...the wrong skin, but inside...you are Silver Mane.