Les Vrilles du maelström

Even from here I can hear the sound of your volleys laying waste to our enemies. Their cries echo in agony.

You have made quite a name for yourself among the trolls of Zandalar, <nom>. We are grateful for all that you have done.

Hand me your talisman so that I may add another weave.

Texte d’origine, sans traduction française.

There is only one more weave that I will be able to add to your talisman, <classe>.