|Title||<Leather Armor Merchant>|
During the purge of Dalaran, he was kneeling on the counter.
- Dalaran above Deadwind Pass
Pardon the mess. We've been cleaning up for a while now.
<Peers around his shop.> Though if doesn't seem to help much. This place looks like a gust of wind blew right through here. And all my goods are damaged. Who will want them now?
The next time we decide to move the city I'll be strapping everything down ahead of time.
- Deadind Pass invasion
Hold them back! We cannot lose the city!