Alleria sighs, her brow furrowed.
High Exarch Turalyon says: It is unsettling to look upon these memorials to our passing.
Alleria Windrunner says:
Indeed. Sometimes I feel that I have already died twice. Once when we were presumed lost on Draenor, and again when gripped by the shadow of the fallen naaru.
Alleria Windrunner says: Perhaps death is the true legacy of the Windrunners.
High Exarch Turalyon says: You're anxious. You hide it well... but I know you.
Alleria Windrunner says: Like no other, my love.
High Exarch Turalyon says: You don't have to go. You don't have to see her.
High Exarch Turalyon says: Each of you has a path to follow. If the Light wills that those paths intersect, they will. There's no need to force the hand of fate.
Alleria Windrunner says: It is time, Turalyon. I must see my homeland again with my own eyes... and hear from Sylvanas how she could ever wear the mantle of warchief.