You will have to excuse me, Lorax, I do not speak 'crazy'.
Bite your tongue, <race>, lest I rip it from your skull case and use it as a horn warmer.
My apologies, I did not realize that you could understand what I was saying. What is it you are doing out here?
What it is that I do, of course. I brood. I lament. I hate, I plot. When that cycle is complete I brood again. What is it you want from me? I have much on my mind.
Do you? Perhaps you should tell me what it is that is bothering you.
You?
<Lorax laughs>.
That is doubtful. I stand in these ruins and dream. Dream of the day I catch that miserable thief, Goraluk Anvilcrack.
We had a deal, him and I. A deal that he broke. Betrayed.
What deal?
I would teach him how to demon forge in exchange for his soul. The soul of a Blackrockorc is worth very little but in these trying times a soul, any soul, is better than none at all.
So how did he break the deal?
He took the [unforged rune covered breastplate], used in the making of the demon forged breastplate and ran away without making payment. A fool, I am not, however...the unforged chestpiece is useless without knowledge or the recipe to apply said knowledge.
I wonder..does he sit safely in his city of Blackrock Spire and attempt to create the item from the raw material? I know he dare not leave!
Perhaps I can be of some assistance. I will make a deal with you, Satyr. I shall recover this unforged breastplate and slay the beast. In exchange for this task, you will teach me how to create the breastplate.