[he goes to answer, then stops, because he sees you, Arthas. He sees your long, prematurely white hair. Then he remembers that none of this is real, and disappointment swims with irritation in response.]
Sure, I'll just trust you implicitly, do exactly as I'm told, and all will be well, right?
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Sure, I'll just trust you implicitly, do exactly as I'm told, and all will be well, right?