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Beskrivning
This flame, stolen from the heart of Ironforge itself, floods you with warmth. This raw power is foreign to you, but the Talespinner might know more...
När du kommer tillbaka
You're practically glowing, ‹ras›. What do you have there?
När du lämnar in
This hearty flame must be from the halls of Ironforge; it's as stalwart as the dwarves themselves. A fine catch, ‹namn›. If I had the fires of the other cities... ah, but never mind. Here is your payment.
