Shaxx claps as you approach, pride clear in the set of his shoulders.

"You have faced down gods and monsters. You have carved your name in letters of fire on all who opposed you. Guardian, you stood before the worst and you! Did! Not! Falter!"

His shout shakes the rafters of the Hall of Champions.

"If I can't be there on the field of battle myself, my enemy's armor crumpling in my fists—then at least I have the honor of watching you at work."

"The City's safety is in your hands. There is nowhere better for it to be."

Shaxx nods to you one last time. It is the greatest expression of respect he can give.