Nazgrim: This place…these people…a lifetime ago I would have given anything to stand among them. Now, after seeing them…after what I’ve been through…
Nazgrim shakes his head, staring off into the sky
Nazgrim: Loyalty. Bah. Too many innocent lives were taken in orgrimmar for the sake of loyalty. A mistake I will never…
Nazgrim trails off, staring at a passing Kyrian
Nazgrim: It cannot be…
the kyrian stops and turns, confused. A blank smile on his face
Veronius: Can I help you, friend?
Nazgrim: Taylor…do you not recognize the face of your rival? We faced each other many times in life. You were…a worthy opponent.
Veronius looks puzzled. Recognition seems to claw at him. He shakes his head.
Veronius: I…do not know your face, maw-walker. I am sorry.
Nazgrim stares after him, then heaves a deep sigh
Nazgrim: The more I see of these lands, the more I appreciate being raised. I hope to never meet his fate.
Nazgrim looks back at Veronius in the distance
Nazgrim: [orcish] No’ku kil zil’nok ha tar…
Nazgrim turns to you
Nazgrim: Come, champion. Bolvar has need of us.
(Also yes I know that that quote translates to “Blood and Thunder, my son” but I can’t quite find a translator to save my life.)