[ Alastor's confidence causes Trahearne's mouth to curl slightly upward in satisfaction. In his mind, he likens the Elder Dragons to that description, even if it is not quite the same. ]

I believe this makes you the perfect person for the job.

[ Trahearne eventually comes to a stop upon a larger, wide open platform. Mordremoth's face looms almost dangerously close this high up, but he stares up at it, undaunted. ]

This particular dragon caused me and my people so much pain and grief. I will be happy to see it sent back to the void--this is personal.

[ He turns to Alastor, drawing his torch. ]

Ready?