|Fish Heads, Fish Heads...|
|Level||7 (Requires 5)|
|Reputation||+250 Silvermoon City|
Greetings, <class>. Take a look toward the shore; what do you see? That's right, our beach... our Tranquil Shore, has been infested with the malignancy known as the murloc.
This blight will not stand!
I have a task for you. If you feel that you're up to it, I would have their heads! Let us see if we can put a dent in their numbers so large that, if they have any sense at all, they will return to the murky depths from which they sprang!
We rangers of the Farstrider Retreat are dedicated to setting right the damage that has been wreaked upon our fair lands. We will go to any length to do so.
I trust that you have returned with the murloc heads I tasked you to gather?
A job well done, <class>. By the smell of it, I'd say you returned all that I asked for, and possibly more. I'm sure we can find some use for these, in a stew, or somesuch.
Alas, it does not appear that your efforts have done the trick; the murlocs are not in retreat. This calls for more direct action!