"All this time, my thoughts have been bleak. I couldn't see a future for the Horde. Those Mag'har leaders who came to Azeroth need military achievements to secure their positions and build their reputations. These warriors of ours have fought bloody battles against the undead and spilled their blood fighting demons, but attacking living, breathing enemies who have homes and families, who laugh and cry, is another matter entirely."
"Prolonged fighting will easily immerse them in violence. Teaching them understanding, or even compassion, will become increasingly difficult. We never wanted war, but we do not fear it either."
"The Horde was once corrupted by demons. We all became their pawns." Eitrigg nodded. "I once left that Horde precisely because I loathed their obsession with violence. Because of that demonic corruption, the Alliance has always regarded us as savage butchers. With the Arcane Pact keeping things in check now, the Alliance won't do anything to us, but conflicts between us never cease. I worry that I will see the same things in the future, and I also worry that history will repeat itself."
"I can't even remember the last time rain fell naturally in Durotar," Thrall said. "Something is clearly very wrong, yet the elements remain silent at a time like this..." He shook his head. "I still remember the elements' awe and joy when Drek'Thar proclaimed me a shaman, but now I can't hear anything at all."
"Perhaps their voices have been drowned out by the other voices you listen to," Eitrigg suggested. "Sometimes, to solve several problems, you must tackle them one at a time."
Thrall agreed with those words. Their wisdom struck him like a blow to the head. If he could discover what was wrong with this land and help heal it, many problems would fall into