Some Wicked Things This Way Come

==Objectives==
Talk to the newly arrived warlocks around the Darkmoon Faire.
*Speak to New Warlocks (9)
==Description==
Phineas did well in bringing you to me, <name>. There is much work to be done.
We'd best get to it!
As a master of the dark arts, I need you to help me whip these newcomers into shape. Talk to them. They come from many walks of life--all of them unfamiliar with the dark arts.
Learn their wishes.
Their hopes.
Their dreams.
This path we walk can bestow gifts unending and power unimaginable. One just needs to know what one truly desires...
==Rewards==
You will receive:
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* 4,100 XP
==Progress==
What have you learned, <name>?
==Completion==
Only one or two pairs of cold feet, hm?
<Madam Shadow chuckles.>
Excellent.
Now that we know who wants to be here, it is time to determine who deserves to be here.
==Notes==
;Talk to Oman
:My name is Oman. I have travelled... a long way to be here. 
:<The lightforged draenei's eyes glaze over for a moment.>
:This "Madam Shadow" character seems quite sure of herself. I cannot say the same.
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;Talk to Springtotem
:I come seeking answers, <race>. For a thousand generations my ancestors locked step with the land. Stewarded it. Shepherded it.
:Perhaps there is more.
:I inherited a great responsibility. It would be a grave mistake indeed to not explore every avenue of preserving our hold over Azeroth... and beyond.
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;Talk to Gand
:My family wanted me to be a shaman. By the ancestors, they did! Day in and day out. From the moment I could hold a totem.
:Only problem is, you can't be a shaman if the elements don't play along.
:I have a cousin who's a Grimtotem. They have a certain... reputation, when it comes to this kind of thing. He encouraged me to accept Madam Shadow's offer. An easier path than one my elders could provide...
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;Talk to Undertide
:This ritual circle should be working! Madam Shadow let me look at her grimoire, and these lines are an exact copy of those in the book-- but why won't the imps obey me?
:Maybe I should have become a Tidesage like papa...
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;Talk to Darkleaf
:I see the question in your eyes, <race>. A night elf? Here?
:Reserve your judgment.
:We all seek power for our own ends. Do not confuse the tragedies of my people for my own ambition.
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;Talk to Roland
:Whoah, pal! We weren't doin' nothin' wrong here. It's... alright, it's exactly what it looks like.
:A warlock's gotta eat though, am I right?
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:Roland starts walking away. A pair of Fel Hunters stops him.
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:They kill him.
;Talk to Ko
:<Cautious gas mask noises.>
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;Talk to Jim
:Are you insinuating I'm not meant to be here? That I'm not a warlock? That I accidentally summoned the wrong portal and stepped through without double checking where it might lead?
:Because that would just be stupid.
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:Jim runs westward but is stopped by a pair of Fel Hunters.
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:They kill him.
;Talk to Telubi
:My people have had a -- complicated -- relationship with warlocks. For us, it is as much a question of politics as it is the pragmatic pursuit of power.
:When I heard Madam Shadow's summons, it struck me as an opportunity to further my own goals without all of the... baggage.
:A shortcut, of sorts.
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==Progression==
==Patch changes==
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