Zul'Antu sensed death's chill, as the Tauren appeared. He hadn't grown accustomed to the fact, that they were no longer his enemies.<br/>It  didn't feel right to have them around, to let their heads rest on their shoulders. A smell of death and dismay always followed them. Bad voodoo!<br/>But indeed, this one was different, even though just a wee bit. He reminded Zul'Antu of one of these gleam creatures, the dwarfs created. He hadn't came to fight them.<br/><br/>Putting away his pipe, the Troll stepped out of the alcove towards the bulky death knight.<br/>Grinning he looked him over. Altough trying to act relaxed, the Troll was ready to make use of his feel blade, if he had to.<br/>"So, ya be de masta of dis dungeon, eh? Peacebloom, de Death Knight?", the Shadohunter sneered.<br/>"Be it that way - for now. But don' make de mistake to think ya can order mighty Zul'Antu around. I'll accept yo invitation for starters, mon.<br/>Lead de way to de arena, I wanna see them fight! And don' fo'get de elven whore. Do yo have dwarfs here, actually?"<br/>