I thought I'd find you here. It's a place you often visit when something's on your mind.
Alleria Windrunner: Perhaps these statues remind me of a... simpler time.
High Exarch Turalyon: So much has happened since our return to Azeroth. The wounding of the world... the war against the Horde...
Alleria Windrunner: War I understand. We both do. But I expected to be fighting with two sisters at my side. Instead, I faced one of them in battle--or at least, what remains of her.
High Exarch Turalyon: Has the downfall of the Old God brought you at least a measure of peace?
Alleria Windrunner: The whispers did not end with his defeat. In fact, it seems new voices have joined the chorus. When I think of the nightmares he forced into my mind...
High Exarch Turalyon: I witnessed them, too. But they didn't shake my faith in you. Not for a moment.
Alleria Windrunner: Nor mine for you, my love. Enough reflection. We have a job to do--hunt down Sylvanas... and make her pay.
Valeera Sanguinar: The bitter war is over, yet it seems few among us are in the mood for celebration. Our young king least of all.
Master Mathias Shaw: A great weight rests upon King Anduin's shoulders. I fear his burden won't get lighter anytime soon.
Valeera Sanguinar: And what of you, Shaw? What is there for Stormwind's spymaster to do in a time of peace?
Master Mathias Shaw: You know as well as I that a true spy never rests. There is always a new conspiracy to uncover. That said, I may find a bit of time for myself.
Valeera Sanguinar: Just yourself?
Master Mathias Shaw: There is someone I would like to... get to know better. But such things are best taken slowly. Carefully.
Valeera Sanguinar: Spoken like a true spy. Just remember, happiness is a fleeting thing. Find it while you can, Shaw.
Master Mathias Shaw: Perhaps I will, Valeera. Perhaps I will.
High Exarch Turalyon: My dear wife Alleria may be lost, but my son is still in there. I know he lives, I can feel it. Let us do this one last thing together. Let us find him, and free him.
Corrupted Alleria Windrunner: Oh Bravo, well done my husband.
High Exarch Turalyon: You are not my wife, you are a monster!
Corrupted Alleria Windrunner: Tsk tsk, is that any way to talk to the mother of your child?
High Exarch Turalyon: Arator! Where is he?
Corrupted Alleria Windrunner: Come inside the Cathedral, we will be waiting for you my dear.
High Exarch Turalyon: Go, disrupt whatever evil is happening in Stormwind. Once I recover, I will meet you at the Cathedral and we will free my son together.