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.
Azshara: We have a bargain, then. I will bring both fleets crashing to the ocean floor, and your champion will deliver the dagger to me.
Sylvanas: And in turn, you will have the key required to free the Old God from his bonds... and leave him vulnerable.
Azshara: You wound me, Warchief. After all, I am as dedicated to my master as you are to your subjects.
Sylvanas: Indeed. Just be certain that once you have what you need, you dispose of your guests. Let none of the "heroes" escape.
Azshara: I admire your ruthlessness, Windrunner. It seems our interests are aligned... at present.
Sylvanas: At present.
Azshara: Treacherous Banshee! Do you think I am blind to the darkness you seek to unleash?