|Hex Lord Malacrass slain|
DescriptionExcellent! Everything's nearly ready for my grand entrance into Zul'Aman.
You've done a fine job, <name>. I've spoken with my crew and they're warming up to you nicely. I'd say you're very close to becoming a permanent member of the team. Only one thing remains for you to do - dispatch that 'Hex Lord' fellow.
Nothing to it, really. You stand up to this wretch and he'll likely just turn and run. Weaker, older trolls just add intimidating titles to their name to make up for their deficiencies, you see?
I'm afraid, <name>, that the time has come for me to let you go. I feel that your potential has been reached here, if not far exceeded.
Don't feel bad, though. After all, it takes an exceptional type of individual to participate in such extraordinary events and not lose their wits. And look here, I have a little something for you to remember me by.