Harrowheart tosses his head back and laughs deeply, but he does comply. Forty is allowed her freedom and Harrow crosses his arms over his chest.

"So is that a 'yes' or a 'no' to me bein' your official translator? And – Ah, hey! I shoulda asked, what other languages do you speak anyway? Orcish, I figure. How about Forsaken? I hear y'all got your own language. Some of your scientists or somethin' went and cooked it up? That true, or?..."