Crashing Waves, Screeching Thunder

As you were listening to the recording, I noticed a distinct sound?no, TWO distinct sounds even I hadn't realized before. It seems the modulator only altered the goon's voice and not the entire input channel. What an amateur; more clueless than a forsaken seeking life insurance.

You see, I can remember any sound I hear. And what I recognized wasn't just any ordinary noise: The others and I went on a journey to gather some impressions for our diverse broadcasting just a few days ago. One of the places we ventured to were the amber hills of Azshara. It was precisely the northern cliffs where the hijacker chose to intercept our radio. Impressive, you say? I know, but that's Zappo Zapblast for you.

An adventurer like you could earn some fine coin if you would venture there and confront the fella. Search the northeastern cliffs. That's where the sounds of crashing waves and screeching hippogryphs are most prominent.

<The site that unfolds before only raises more questions. The leads you have are not many, but one sticks out the most: the Blood Elven dagger sticking out of the goblin's chest. Your theory is that the blood elves you passed on your way west of here ambushed the goblin for an unknown reason. On their search for something they took the goblin's possession along with the key to the locker they couldn't find.>

<The site that unfolds before only raises more questions. The leads you have are not many, but one sticks out the most: the Blood Elven dagger sticking out of the goblin's chest. Your theory is that the blood elves you passed on your way southwest of here ambushed the goblin for an unknown reason. On their search for something they took the goblin's possession along with the key to the locker they couldn't find.>