Klaven Mortwake wildly flips through the pages of a large tome.
Klaven Mortwake says: The sweet irony -- Stormwind forces cut down in defense of their city, only to rise and fight alongside the Brotherhood as instruments of destruction.
Klaven Mortwake says: And should one die, two shall rise!
Klaven Mortwake shuffles through the books.
Klaven Mortwake says: Now where did I put the Venture Company formulations?
Klaven Mortwake says: You cannot hide from me, rogue. I can smell your fear.
