Share your tales of sorrow with the Cryptarch, purveyor of misery.
Last night I found two legendary engrams, first two that have ever dropped for me. With great trepidation, I knelt before Rahool and held up my engrams with shaking hands. "Fear not young child" he says in a comforting voice, and hands back to me a package wrapped in purple and one in gold. "Try these on and let me gaze upon the mighty guardian".
"I surely would Rahool, if I were a FUCKING WARLOCK"