[He almost missed the rest as the concept of having his magic back settled on him. Living without it had felt like someone had carved out a bit of his soul- even as a child, in Quel'thalas, he had been surrounded by magic. Here, it felt as if he was suddenly deaf to the world, without it.

But he could have that back. It was being offered, willingly.

The surprise passed from his face, and he schooled his features into a mildly bored frown. Arthas was mentioned, and he looked away.]

I see.

[The butcher.

Would he would be denied his revenge?

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought. He could still remember spitting words in Arthas' face the last time he encountered him.

"She hates you."

And he did, as well. It was like a cold fire within him.

He nodded, slowly. This...Warden was far more generous than he had expected. He felt an odd sense of conflict in himself- he hardly trusted the man- he had no reason to trust humans. But he reminded him of his former life, in Dalaran.

And he would be giving him back something precious.

He looked away, his face impassive, and tapped a long red nail on the table.]

I suppose I have little choice but to agree to your terms. Though, I doubt this...redemption...is necessary. I have only acted in kind to the cruelty that has been shown to my people by humans.

I have done little wrong. And I have nothing to repent for.