'Twas once those who cross'd Aeshma had liv'd too long, but now 'tis I who bite mine tongue.

But thou meatsack...thou can still fight.

For revenge, for death, for retribution! Wouldst thou listen to mine plight?

Player: "I wouldst...err...I'll listen."

Stormwing's cohorts still live, even besott'd with undeath.

Grind their bones to dust, and permit me to rest.

Take on this task, and a reward I will provide.

Player: Accept.

Smite Stormwing's cohorts--the swine.

Defeat Manadar Wraiths, Manadar Maguses, Manadar Trappers, and Manadar Slayers.

Do this, and unto thou I will bestow proper accolades.

Player: "I can't wait."

Consum'd with spite and rage, I find neither rest nor peace.

Revenge doth burn deep, and gushes out like a spring.

Hast thou carried out revenge? Will I have rest and sleep?

Player: "I hast...err...it's done."

Mine heart is content for now, but revenge is a pit without depth.

For the wicked, there is no rest.

I will ask again, Asmodian.