"Position?"
Sargeras's Soul Flame flared violently. As if a drowning man had clutched at the last straw, his mind spun furiously in an instant.
This Wizard hadn't outright obliterated him and had even mentioned a "position," which meant he still had use value. As long as he had value, there was a chance to survive.
Suppressing the humiliation and rage deep within his soul, he asked humbly, "Esteemed Wizard, what... what do you need me to do for you? No matter what it is, as long as I am capable..."
"A Purgatory Trade cross-realm Liaison Officer. Or, to put it more simply—my exclusive Buyer."
Sargeras's Soul Flame froze, seemingly unable to comprehend the combined meaning of this string of words.
Trade... Buyer?
What in the world was this? Some sort of code for an even more vicious torture?
