My sister Nal'ryssa has her claws in you, doesn't she?
That weakling doesn't know the first thing about mining. She was always too afraid to take the leap. True knowledge comes only from the Great One, the God of Fel and Flame.
My sister's soul rests now. I have you to thank for that.
Rin'thissa was always a charmer. You did well to avoid her invitations, and even better to slay her and end her demonic possession. You've learned much since we first met, <name>.
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