Prince Kael'thas: "What is this, Vashj? Where did this storm come from?"
Vashj: "Keep your head down, fool! Something terrible is drawing near!"
Kil'jaeden: "Foolish little mongrel. You failed to destroy the Frozen Throne as I commanded. And still you thought to hide from me in this forsaken backwater! I thought you to be more cunning, Illidan."
Illidan Stormrage: "Kil'jaeden! I was merely set back. I was attempting to bolster my forces. The Lich King will be destroyed, I promise you!"
Kil'jaeden: "Indeed?"
Kil'jaeden: "Still, these servitors you've gathered show some promise. I will give you one last chance, Illidan. Destroy the Frozen Throne, or face my eternal wrath!"
Illidan Stormrage: "Perhaps hiding here was not the most prudent decision. Still, the quest lies before us. Will you follow me into the cold heart of death itself?"
Vashj: "The naga are yours to command, Lord Illidan. Where you go, we follow."
Prince Kael'thas: "The blood elves are yours, as well, master. We will drive the Scourge before us -- and shatter the Frozen Throne as you command."