"This is a knife from a burning bird in the Firelands," Throgg said. "Very agile weapon, very fast and expert blade. See? It even has a place for a pretty yellow gem."
"Leave me alone," the blood elf whispered. "You're making me do this. I don't want to. Magic isn't so bad, it doesn't hurt anyone."
"I know," Throgg said. "I'm sorry for this pain. It will get better, and you will feel better. I will make all of this up to you, I promise."
Lolegolas lurched, rolling over to the side of the bed. Throgg quickly yanked a bucket under the elf's head and pulled his hair back. "Go ahead. This is not the nastiest thing I've ever done."
Lolegolas couldn't respond, as he was busy vomiting.