Kalaran the Deceiver says: Glorious, indeed, Maltrake. It looks as if my plan worked perfectly. Wouldn't you say so, mortal?
Kalaran the Deceiver lets loose a reptilian laugh... at least you think it's a laugh.
Kalaran the Deceiver says: You would not have helped the legion of Blackrock had we just asked for your assistance, now would you?
Kalaran the Deceiver says: SILENCE FOOL!
Kalaran the Deceiver says: They will live of only to see the fruits of their labor: the destruction and chaos that will surely ensue as the legion of Blackrock invade the gorge.
Kalaran the Deceiver says: I leave you now, mortals. Alive and with these trinkets. Maltrake! Present them with the trinkets!
Kalaran the Deceiver begins to flap his massive wings faster. He is preparing for flight.
Kalaran the Deceiver says: Oh yes, the molt - do not lose it. There are those of my kin in the Burning Steppes that would craft items that only the molt of the black dragonflight could fortify.
Kalaran the Deceiver says: The legion of Blackrock comes, dwarflings! We shall scorch the earth and set fire to the heavens. None shall survive...
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