Astarii Starseeker: High Priestess! Even in the depths of the Maw, I could feel your presence. I knew you would not abandon us.
Tyrande Whisperwind: Thank you, child... but I nearly did. I was so consumed by the fires of vengeance that I was blind to the ashes at our feet.
Tyrande Whisperwind: I see now that while many of our people desire retribution, what we need most is renewal.
Astarii Starseeker: As the new moon gives way to the full, as darkness recedes in the light.
Astarii Starseeker: Be it as the Night Warrior or the High Priestess, I have faith in your leadership of the Kaldorei.
Tyrande Whisperwind: Then I shall endeavor to be worthy of it. Watch over us from the boughs, Astarii. Elune-adore.
The Winter Queen listens quietly.
When I first became the Night Warrior, it was with full knowledge that I might very well sacrifice my life to attain justice for the kaldorei. Such is often the fate of those who channel Elune's unmitigated fury. The power of the goddess still flows through me, but no longer does it threaten to tear me asunder. I cannot say how I will wield it in the future... only that I must do so for the good of my people.