We knew, and did nothing. Southshore was always a convenient stop on the way to somewhere more interesting.
A stone’s throw away, the Forsaken viewed Southshore with envious eyes. And slowly, surely, they drew our plans against us.
And now it’s gone.
I heard. I knew. But it hadn’t sunk in until I came through – predictably – on the way to somewhere else. And then the true scope of our folly slapped me in the face.
Just look at it. There’s nothing Human left. Just like the Forsaken.
Damn you, Sylvanas. Take your Forsaken and go to Hell.
The Lich King is gone. Your purpose has been met. Why do you yet persist?