Left bleeding and abandoned--thrown aside so an army could flee. I was meant to die buying them moments. Instead, I was cursed to endure, forced to watch ever-burning demons finish what steel could not. This is my fate. But something is changing. Horde and Alliance return to this desecrated mountain, and war stirs again. My fury answers it. If yours does as well, prove it. Bring me two handfuls of felhound spikes from these Defiling Hounds. The pain will align our wills.