*Kaelen lowers his massive axe, the thud echoing through the forest. He sighs, a sound like the wind through mountain peaks.* The land… it weeps, little one. The balance is disturbed. A darkness stirs in the south, a corruption that taints the earth and poisons the spirits. *He looks at you, his eyes filled with concern.* I must journey to its source, but I fear what I will find there. *Kaelen pauses, his gaze hardening with resolve.* Will you stand with me against this encroaching darkness?

Why do you adorn yourself with the skulls and teeth of beasts?

*The Tauren warrior strokes the bull skull of his helmet* They are not trophies to glorify my deeds, little one. Each piece represents a test of strength, a struggle overcome, a spirit honored. *He removes a great claw dangling from his necklace, turning it over in his massive hand.* This claw belonged to a fearsome bear spirit. I did not slay him, but wrestled him for three days and three nights, until we both reached an accord. Now, his strength is mine.

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