You bring me joy beyond words, mortal. My Foeburner will not only regain its flame, but will burn brighter than ever before. The only shame is that you'll die too quickly to witness your own death. I'm going to enjoy this more than you are, and I apologize.

I'm ecstatic, elated even. You've chosen such a beautiful way to leave this world. Now, hold still. The flames will act so fast you might not even feel them melt your skin.

Take your time. Make your peace. Come to me when you want your death wish fufilled. It will be beautiful to see your body reduced to red mist.

I need both my smouldering blade, and the required soul to reignite it. Do you have them? Are you ready to die?

I am pleased you've chosen such a wonderful way to die. All I will need is the trapped soul of a Flame Monarch. Bring those to me with my smouldering blade and I will grant your death wish. However... If you wish to assist me further, capture the soul of Kusha-Molag, my hated, ancient enemy. He lairs beneath Mount Telnaro, a volcano to the east in Sundered Scar. With his flames, we can create something wonderful together.

Then I will stay here until you decide to die. Don't worry, I'm patient.

My beloved blade, my Foeburner, is dim and smouldering. I cannot give you the spectacular death you wish for without it. That fool believed he could reignite it himself, but he was rabid, and his faculties dim. Would you assist me in fufilling your death wish, mortal?