Bolvar: Without the Helm of Domination to control them, the Scourge roams leaderless. Nothing remains to temper their aggression.
Darion: Indeed. The mightiest among them already vie for supremacy. Like vicious warlords in the wake of their king's death.
Bolvar: We cannot allow any of them to seize command and unite their forces. The Ebon Blade must remain vigilant.
Darion: And so we shall. Though Azeroth may never truly be rid of the Scourge, we will keep them in check. You have my word.
Bolvar: Icecrown Citadel remains a seat of dark power. We must not let it fall into enemy hands. Perhaps I should return to--
Darion: No, Bolvar. Let the Frozen Throne sit vacant. The Knights of the Ebon Blade will safeguard the citadel in your stead. Taelia needs her father.
Bolvar: Darion... thank you. Strange, is it not? We both lived lives of service, and even after facing death itself, we still feel compelled to serve others.
Darion: Sometimes the greatest act of service is to be present for those who need us. Until we meet again, Highlord.
