Epoch Hunter yells: Thrall! Come outside and face your fate!
Epoch Hunter yells: Taretha's life hangs in the balance. Surely you care for her. Surely you wish to save her...
Epoch Hunter yells: Ah, there you are. I had hoped to accomplish this with a bit of subtlety, but I suppose direct confrontation was inevitable. Your future, Thrall, must not come to pass and so... you and your troublesome friends must die!
Epoch Hunter yells: Enough, I will erase your very existence!
Epoch Hunter yells: You cannot fight fate!
Epoch Hunter yells: You are... irrelevant.
Epoch Hunter yells: Thrall will remain a slave. Taretha will die. You have failed.
Epoch Hunter yells: Not so fast!
Epoch Hunter yells: Struggle as much as you like...
Epoch Hunter yells: Thrall will remain a slave. Taretha will die. You have failed.
Epoch Hunter yells: Not so fast!
Epoch Hunter yells: Struggle as much as you like...
Epoch Hunter yells: No! The master will... not be... pleased.