I will cleave every last greenskin in two before I would let them get their hands on the weapons interred here.
The battle rages even here in the valley of the slayers, and we welcome it.
Today, my friend, is a good day to die.
We inter the weapons of the fallen Slayers here at the Shrine to honor them.
Our allies make their way here to aid us as we speak.
Mending the old wounds between the Dwarfs and the Elves is necessary if we are to unite to face this threat.
It was the Elves that taught the humans what little they know about the workings of magic.
The White Tower has sent me to scour these lands for any sign of Chaos, or the corrupt servants of Malekith.
My work here is important, but I sense the fell hand of Malekith moving against my kin. I wish I could be with them to stand against his assault.
As strong as I am in the arts of magic, my true talent lies in the art of diplomacy. I have established a degree of good will with the elves of Athel Loren, if I could only take the time from my post here I am sure I could convince them to join the fight.
Perhaps you think it strange to see a High Elf here in the lands of the Dwarfs? Remember that we are now allies, along with the men of the Empire. We now have many common enemies, including the evil Dark Elves.
It is they whom I have followed here. I am a member of the Twilight Company, a band of High Elves united in kinship by an oath to avenge our fallen brothers. Long ago, their noble blood was spilled by the servants of the Dark Elf Beastlord Vauroth.
My companions and I could use your help. We will reward you, of course. If you are interested, seek out my kinsman, Telathis Glimmermoon. He is out in the wilds, tracking a band of Dark Elves.
Greetings [Name]. My heart is grieved by the evil that infests this land. The rampage of the Orcs and their allies is terrible enough, but worse is the power that warps the trees and poisons the earth.
Did you see the forest nearby? What once was a peaceful copse of snow-covered firs is now a reeking grove of pestilence and decay. The trees are diseased and gangrenous, and between them walk foul parodies of gardeners who nurture and spread the blight.
Seeking a way to heal the trees, I traveled to our cousins, the Wood Elves of Athel Loren. There I was gifted with these magical acorns that I might heal these woods.
Take these acorns and plant them in the tainted earth so that the woods may be healed.
What a pleasure to meet a distinguished [Career].