My axe still bled demon gore when I heard a human screaming high above. I looked up and saw this man dangling in the claws of a great chimaera. He fought back fiercly causing the beast to lose its grip and drop him. From that height, no warrior walks away. Even enemies deserve dignity, so I dragged him into the shade to pass in peace. For my part, I track the farseers' visions--friends remain in Hyjal, far northwest. Find the remaining Horde in my stead. Honor requires me here.
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