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[downswing]

( Behold the beautiful view of one [1] Lan Wangji, blood-drenched in one of the dusty, downtrodden streets of Hatthevar, while rains weep down — clear, for a change. In the hand that isn't holding his pendant, his sword's drawn, bloodied. )

Slave masters know little of the man Matthias. ( A pause, then almost sheepish: ) When they yet speak. Their victims recall with difficulty. Shall search the waters for signs of his whereabouts.

( Small chance of it, but carrying on ) Beware wish makers. They tempt with that which is not theirs to give.

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[massrez]

I desire peace.

But I know how much blood must be shed to see it done. I've watched it soak the mud as I walked past their broken bodies. And there are those who deserve such an end, regardless of what I want.

[ Garrosh. Sylvanas. Remorseless monsters the world was better off without, who he'd offered every chance to show that they were anything more.

He is tired, more than anything else. ]

So what is it that you want?

[downswing]

To stop them. They will not of own accord.

[massrez]

Then that is what we should do.

[downswing]

...you are certain?

[massrez]

I would not offer otherwise.

[downswing]

Then, we start at the bazaar. They seek prey there.

[massrez]

I will meet you there.