After the Primus heads out, some new dialogue opens up between some of the characters. Uther and Jaina finally reunite, having last seen each other back in Warcraft 3.
Uther says: By the Light! Jaina Proudmoore, is that you?
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Uther? Uther! A... kyrian? Of course. It... it suits you.
Uther says: I barely recognized you, my lady. The last time we spoke was at...
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Stratholme. After the culling.
Uther says: I remember. You still think of him too, don't you? Even after all these years.
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: I've tried to put the past behind me. Now, with what's been done to Anduin... all those painful memories have flooded back again.
Uther says: Memories are like mirrors. They show us parts of ourselves, sometimes parts we'd like to forget. But you can choose what lessons to carry forward, and what to leave behind.
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: I loved him, you know.
Uther says: As did I. Take that love with you, Jaina. Let it lend you strength in dark times.
Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Thank you, Uther. Can you stay a while and talk? There's so much I'd like to share...
Our old pal Ven'ari shows up with a business proposition for Tal-Galan, seeking access to the realm of the First Ones.
Ve'nari says: Greetings, my friend.
Tal-Galan says: Friend? The elusive Ve'nari has no friends.
Ve'nari says: I have been woefully misrepresented! I can be a good friend, a useful friend, to those in need. And everyone is in need of something.
Tal-Galan says: You more than most, from what I hear. In fact, I imagine this conversation is merely a pretext for you to inquire what I know of Zereth Mortis.
Ve'nari says: Do you not long to see the realm of the First Ones for yourself?
Tal-Galan says: One day, perhaps. If the Purpose wills it.
Ve'nari says: Were you not assigned to Korthia for your intellect? Your curiosity? Perhaps your "purpose", my friend, is not to hoard knowledge, but to share it with those who would put it to use.
Tal-Galan says: I admit there are so many theories to explore... so many discoveries to be made... No! I will not think of it. Begone, broker! I need nothing from you.
Ve'nari says: Not today, perhaps. But one day you will. And when that time comes, I look forward to doing business.
Down at the lower cliff with the Necrolords, Thrall and the newly promoted-to-margrave Draka continue catching up on Thrall's life, specifically about Garrosh.
Margrave Draka says: You have told me many stories of your life, Go'el. It seems some of the memories trouble you.
Thrall says: Yes. I spoke of Garrosh, son of Grommash Hellscream. I'd hoped to spare him from the darkness his father knew, but instead... I fear I'm to blame for the ruin he unleashed.
Margrave Draka says: Fate sets a course before each of us. How are you to blame for the destiny he wrought?
Thrall says: I took him from Nagrand. I made him warchief. But when he needed me most, I left him to falter. And in the end, it was my hand that struck him down.
Margrave Draka says: Your father used to say that a wolf decides whether to come when called or to turn on its master. There is no fault, only nature taking its course. Garrosh chose his path, my son.
Thrall says: But I set him upon it.
Margrave Draka says: You offered him a choice. You did not choose for him. Mourn if you must, but his decisions are not your burden to bear. His path ended. Yours moves forward.
Thrall says: Onward... yes. There's much to be done. Thank you, mother.
And finally, Alexandros and Darion have an heart-to-heart concerning Tirion and how Darion tried to rez him back in Legion.
Alexandros says: So Tirion Fordring took up the Ashbringer in my absence? I can think of few more worthy.
Darion says: Indeed. He met the Lich King in battle and shattered Frostmourne itself.
Alexandros says: And yet you sought to raise him into undeath. Why deny him the rest he had earned?
Darion says: I once told Tirion that only a silver hand can wield an ebon blade. We needed a fourth Horseman, one to lead the others. He seemed the right choice.
Alexandros Mograine says: It appears fate chose differently. This is not the legacy I meant to leave you, Darion.
Highlord Darion Mograine says: You taught me to defend that which I hold dear. I am proud to carry on such a legacy.
Alexandros Mograine says: And I am proud of you, my son.
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