Light begins to fade as strong fingers crush your throat. You buck and spasm as your body attempts to fight off your would be killer, but he is too strong. The last thing you see as life passes from you is the face of an enraged Tauren, saliva pouring from his mouth onto your face.
Your head is used in the future as a warning to other Alliance members; it decorates a pretty little pole in the middle of the Barrens.
