With the threat of murlocs along the coast, we're stationed out here to protect--or warn if the force is too large--of any coming threats to Stonard. It doesn't give us much time for relaxation, and we could use some more help if you're able.
The sawtooth snappers' claws make for fine weapons when properly prepared. Bring me some of their claws and I'll see you're rewarded with one of our weapons in thanks for the fresh meat and the good company.
Good mead, a warm fire, an army of orcs and an arsenal of weapons... that's all we really need out here along the coast. I don't regret my position out here safeguarding Stonard, but it would be nice if we could one day get a burrow, or at least a tower.