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Dark Templar Kardnal Zu’pala peered out from his black hood at the troll before him.  He narrowed his eyes, gripped his belt tighter, took a deep breath and spoke:

“C’mon brudda,” a slight whine worked the edges of his melodic voice “Ah be workin’ fo’ T’chali’s now fo’ two weeks.  Ah done everyting joo said…ah hauled de barrels up from Razor Hill, ah done whored fa joo, pimpin’ yo’ beer t’roughout Orgrimma’, I even cleaned up de vomit and took out de trash jus’ now.  Gimme some mo’ tickets…look how many ah gots!”  Kardnal pulled out wads of wrinkled and mildly damp tickets.