My father was slain by the filth that inhabits the cauldron. My pleas for assistance to the Stormwind magistrate fell on deaf ears. Nay, they want not to admit that this part of the world even exists, let alone send their precious military in to administer justice.
I seek vengeance, <race>, plain and simple. Is there a more passionate cause in this world?
Continue please.
As you can see, I am but one man with a lumbering oaf of a squire. The might of the Dark Iron dwarves and the beasts held in the grip of Ragnaros would surely overwhelm me alone, but I have the utmost confidence that such a brave and ambitious adventurer such as you would have no problem handling the denizens of the cauldron. Should you choose to assist me, I shall reward you with riches and wealth beyond your wildest dreams.