Elder Torbjorn
Do not let dread burden you into inaction. Only through our deeds can we find fulfillment.{^n}{^n}Besides, in our passing, all weight is lifted from our shoulders.
What even is the Dread?
Eons ago, the Great Annihilator was torn apart by his progeny to weave creation into being. As we are drawn ever closer to his rebirth, so our world weeps in empathy from his thousand thousand wounds.{^n}{^n}The Dread is a manifestation of this anguish, and it seeks only to spread fear and suffering among the living which borrow life from the deep god.{^n}{^n}If you have seen it, then it has marked you for death. Its defeat is only a temporary measure. It will return, time and again, until at last it succeeds.
I will be ready for it.
This creature does not frighten me.
I...will keep that in mind.
Sure. Farewell.
I know that haunted look, lowlander.{^n}{^n}You have seen it, haven't you?
Seen what?
It is the feeling of showing up to battle without your blades sharpened. The sense of wrongness when the air stinks of death. It is the horror of knowing the end is nigh as the enemy's axe drops upon your skull.{^n}{^n}I speak of the Dread, and we have all seen it in our nightmares.{^n}{^n}It is the manifestation of the world's suffering, born in the Dread Wastes where the land weeps with the thousand wounds inflicted upon he who dwells below creation.
I defeated it, but it didn't feel right.
The Dread cannot be killed, only pushed back into the shadows from whence it came.{^n}{^n}I'm afraid that if it has marked you for death, then your victory only delays the inevitable.{^n}{^n}But there is power in facing your terrors. Learn from the experience and be prepared for when it comes again.
I will be prepared for next time.
Just thinking about it makes me sick.

Can we speak of this later?
I don't have time for your rambling.
I don't have time right now, I'm sorry.
Oh ho ho, a lowlander, what a delight.{^n}{^n}I never thought I would live to see the day.{^n}{^n}May Amatok grace you with a warm hearth.
Farewell.
