[ He listens solemnly, then turns his attention to his drink. There are more memories resurfacing here — calling them up is often difficult, as fifty years and a death stands between them and now. He sips, thoughtful, and speaks slowly. ]

When I was here the first time, there was... Arthas, that was his name. He wasn't here long, but he tried to spread his plague. Using... using animals, I think. [ He frowns. ] I'm not sure, it woud be better to ask someone else for the details. But I seem to remember that I was able to cleanse people of it, if I caught it quickly enough.