Thorim yells: Interlopers! You mortals who dare to interfere with my sport will pay.... Wait--you...
Thorim yells: I remember you... in the mountains.... But you... what is this? Where am--
Thorim yells: Do not hold back! Destroy them!
Thorim yells: Impertinent whelps, you dare challenge me atop my pedestal? I will crush you myself!
Thorim yells: Can't you at least put up a fight?
Thorim yells: Pathetic.
Thorim yells: My patience has reached its limit!
Thorim yells: Failures! Weaklings!
Thorim yells: Stay your arms! I yield!
Thorim yells: I feel as though I am awakening from a nightmare, but the shadows in this place yet linger.
Thorim yells: Sif... was Sif here? Impossible--she died at my brother's hand. A dark nightmare indeed....
Thorim yells: I need time to reflect.... I will aid your cause if you should require it. I owe you at least that much. Farewell.
Thorim yells: You! Fiend, you are not my beloved! Begone!
Thorim yells: Behold the hand behind all the evil that has befallen Ulduar, left my kingdom in ruins, corrupted my brother, and slain my wife.
Thorim yells: And now it falls to you, champions, to avenge us all. The task before you is great, but I will lend you my aid as I am able. You must prevail.
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