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There exists among you one who seeks to subvert your very horde way of life. He speaks only in his native tongue and and carries on his whispers tales of your wrong doings. His uttering echo through Orgrimmar's Cleft of Shadow and into the Valley of Strength where the Warchief sits upon his throne of malice and listens with vengeful ears. Be careful friends for none are safe of the fiend who dwells in the inky shadows of the streets.
I bear you this warning for among you he exists and you are not the wiser to his presence. I cannot say his name but for fear of my life. Know this, none are safe of the secret police, and all must serve the Warchief on pain of death.
And to the one who I speak of, we are watching, we will never be subjugated by your masters. Run and tell our petty secrets, for in the end we shall know yours.
Edited by Molneer on 11/14/2012 7:42 PM PST
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