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The Al'Aketh Cultists ambushed us with no warning, though their motives remain a mystery to me. I knew these cultists had clouds between their ears, but I never imagined they would upset the delicate balance here on Zephras with such brutality. Go, slay as many as you can and take their heirlooms if they wear any. <Elegael spits.> These storm-cursed cultists don't deserve to be called shen'dorei. The beasts of the forest can have their bodies. Their ashes don't deserve the winds.
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I will make the cult pay for every drop of ‹klass› blood they have spilled this day.
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<Elegael looks down at the collection of bloodied heirlooms with distress.> So many young lives with so much potential now gone forever. Thank you for returning these, ‹klass›. I will hold onto them for safekeeping until I am able to take them to the High Elder. There they can go back into the collection and await the next and perhaps more worthy generation to come of age.