velen, at a very stately diplomatic dinner in darnassus: high priestess shadowsong do you think theres any chance that this ”elune” could uh possibly be, in truth, a naaru
maiev, scowling furiously with one iron-booted foot resting on the table, picking her teeth with a glowing moon arrow: what
velen: your, ah, goddess, elune, could she maybe be, in fact, a-
maiev: do you want to see me benchpress, like, the entire exodar