Within one of the vaults of Blackrock Spire, Maenna’s eyes sparkled as she stared at the pile of treasure.

“Gold! So much gold, Torakk! There are Dwarven coins here, and Stormwind coins from before the First War! How are we going to carry it all with us!? We will have to sneak past unnoticed because we won’t be able to return for more. Did you bring enough bags, Torakk? Torakk?”

“Is this a real Hanzo sword?” was the only thing on his mind that very moment.