Le sang du seigneur de guerre

Apportez le Sang de Zul'jin à Budd à son campement dans les Terres fantômes, à l'extérieur de Zul'Aman.

Alors que vous examinez la fiole palpitante, vos pensées vous ramènent au petit bonhomme désagréable à l'extérieur de Zul'Aman.

Vous êtes impatient(e) de voir la tête que fera Budd en voyant ça !

<Budd tries to mask his displeasure at your presence.>

You again....

I don't know how else to say it - I'm simply too busy with my preparations to hold your hand any longer.

Trust me, <nom>, it's all for the best. Perhaps, by some miracle, you might eventually build a name for yourself.

If so, you'll be able to say that you got your start from the incomparable Budd Nedreck!

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Th-the Blood of Zul'jin himself you say?

<Gathering himself, Budd continues>

Well, I appreciate the gesture, <classe>, but I could've taken him down with ease. There's no way he was as fearful as the legends say. These things have a way of being utterly overstated, as you'll learn in time. More likely, the pitiful old cretin was overcome with arthritis!

Anyway, I suppose it was the least you could do as payment for the kindness I've shown you here.

Now off with you - I must dispose of this vile vial!

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