[Adrasteius is not a man of great stamina. He's been wandering for quite some time already, troubled by strange visions and the itchy bite on his palm. For a second, he wonders if the confused draenei woman is herself an illusion, produced by the inscrutable magic of this place.
He wipes sweat from his brow as he slowly approaches, shaking his head.]
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He wipes sweat from his brow as he slowly approaches, shaking his head.]
I'm not dead yet.