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Cluck
Varian: Glad you could make it, Greymane.
Greymane: Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be the king, but I'm still your superior as a Gilnean.
Varian: As if I could forget. Listen, Greymane, there's something about the curse you should know. Oh no. It's too late. These people have all been infected. They may look fine now, but it's only a matter of time before they turn into the Worgen.
Greymane: What?
Varian: This entire city must be purged.
Greymane: How can you even consider that? There's got to be some other way
Varian: Damn it, Greymane. As your future king, I order you to purge this city.
Greymane: You are not my king yet, boy. Nor would I obey that command if you were!
Varian: Then I must consider this an act of treason.
Greymane: Treason? Have you lost your mind, Varian?
Varian: Have I? Lord Greymane, by my right of succession and sovereignty of my crown, I hereby relieve you from your command and suspend your Gilneans from service.
Jaina: Varian, you can't just...
Varian: It is done! Those of you who have the will to save this land, follow me. The rest of you... get out of my sight.
Greymane: You've just crossed a terrible threshold, Varian.
Varian: Jaina?
Jaina: I'm sorry, Varian. I can't watch you do this.