Dark Inquisitor Xanesh: Submit, Azshara! Beg forgiveness for your failure! Your betrayal!
Queen Azshara: Impudent underling! You will... address me... as queen!
Dark Inquisitor Xanesh: Insolence only prolongs your agony! You will break, or I will carve out your defiant tongue!
Queen Azshara: More likely, Xanesh... Azeroth's champions... will be the ones... to silence you...
Queen Azshara: Release me! Only I possess the means of defeating N'Zoth.
Wrathion: We fulfilled our end of the bargain, Azshara. Now honor yours.
Queen Azshara: Mind your tone, whelping. A queen keeps her promises. Listen closely, as I will only say this once.
Queen Azshara: For all his bluster, N'Zoth was ever the weakest of his kin. One vestige of their power yet remains that can be turned against him.
Queen Azshara: I would have driven this blade into his foul heart myself... had you not disrupted my plans.
Queen Azshara: No matter. Xal'atath is yours, mortals. Strike true. Should your first blow fail, you will not survive to attempt another.
Queen Azshara: Now go and do what you will. I tire of intermediaries and heralds. The true throne of power beckons, and I intend to claim it.
Wrathion: Azshara has a fondness for games. I will examine this dagger for signs of treachery. But for now, let us continue.