Forest Troll Scum

Fine, you've earned yourself the right to breathe the air in Karfang Hold.

But I have one last trial for you. A grudge, yes, that's what this is.

All the Blackhands were nothing but fools, the father was a misguided mongrel who was fooled by the wretched Gul'dan. Maim isn't even worth mentioning, he died a fool's death, nothing more deserving for his kind.

And Rend? Rend is kneeling before that despicable dragon and doomed the entirety of the Blackrock Clan. But that's not even his worst call yet.

He made a forest frog his strategist.

War Master Voone?

<Ok'gog yells that name angrily.>

War Master? He's nothing but a disgusting frog that must meet his end. Bring me his tusks and prove once and for all that the Horde led by a wretch who grew up amongst Humans has at least a quarter of the former glory of the True Horde.

Hmph, War Master.

The arrogant fool lays dead. Ah to be alive <race>. I tell you, hearing the demise of those you hate while you're still well enough to eat, drink and kill feels like the embrace of a cold and grim fate. But we hold it into our arms with pride and we would never let go. Such is life living under the Horde's name, we greet death with open arms and weapons ready.