Tainted Scroll

An awful predicament to find ourselves in, isn't it, your name? Plagued by the Foul Prince. Ostracized and spurned by our own loved ones. We finally have our own will thanks to the beautiful Sylvanas, but what does that afford us now? Slaves to a different master is still a slave, or so I say.

But what if we were the masters? Yes, you know what I mean, don't you?

We are even more separated from the rest of the Forsaken, your name. And that is why we must speak further. Find me in the church in Deathknell.