There was a brief spark of remorse at the pain his lashing out had caused but the sight of the bones and puddles around them snuffed it before it could become anything beyond just a spark of acknowledgement that he had caused yet another person he had cared for suffering.

A small huff of air escaped him through his nose and he pulled his head back, pulling himself upright to stand in front of the prone mage. "Stormwind wasn't the only place she struck." He stated in a quieter tone than his earlier accusations.

"She destroyed Gilneas before turning her sights south to here. Crowley lost his daughter to that attack. The worgens who were guarding the borders, the adventurers traveling abroad...those few who remained in Darnassus...that is all that remains of my people."

He was grateful that he could blame the roughness of his voice on the form he wore, that the lupine features would hide the more obvious signs of his grief that his human form would have made all too plain.

"All our work to rebuild Gilneas...has been destroyed in a single day."