Call to Arms

The head of the beast is ready to be taken off... with great force, <name>. You have shown every sign that you are able to help us with this final mighty blow. The leaders of these attacks have made their lair within the ruins of Stromgarde, a glaring symbol of human frailty.

Find and slay those Boulderfist lords and their lackey shaman who would try and drive us from these lands.

I see your courage finally wanes. It seems my instincts were correct about you: your strength is nothing compared to your bravado.

Return to me when the beast's head has been severed, or return never again.

You do your people proud, <name>. The threat has been greatly lessened, and I am sure we will begin to thrive here in the Highlands.