Hop on. Stormbeak flies to the starboard rotor and hovers just above it at various heights, as a not-so-implicit threat to Mor'norokk:
Stormcaller Mylra says: All right, sunshine. Time to spill your guts before I spill 'em for ya!
Mor'norokk the Hateful yells: Wait! You can't do this! You must have a code of honor or something!
Up.
Stormcaller Mylra says: I'm a daughter of the Wildhammer Clan and a shaman of the Earthen Ring. My code compels me to honor my ancestors and the elements.
Down.
Stormcaller Mylra says: Doesn't say a damn thing about dog-ugly ogres.
Up.
Mor'norokk the Hateful yells: Stop it, you tiny, angry woman! I'll tell you everything! What do you want to know?
Down.
Stormcaller Mylra says: You can start by telling us where the World Pillar fragment is. My gryphon's starting to look a bit tired from hauling you around.
Mor'norokk the Hateful yells: It was delivered to the forgemaster at Deathwing's Fall. I swear... that's all I know!
Mor'norokk the Hateful yells: Happy now? Pull me up, you vicious little dwarf!
Stormcaller Mylra says: You were never in any danger, sweetheart. My friends down below would've caught you. You're worth too much to us alive!
Five Wind Servants appear between Mor'norokk and the whirling blades.
Mor'norokk the Hateful yells: What? What have you done? No! Do you have any idea what the Twilight Council will do to me when they find out I've talked? I'd sooner die!
Mor'norokk [Chain Lightning]s the wind servants and cuts the chain, killing himself in the rotors.
Stormcaller Mylra says: Interesting. I'd never heard of the Twilight Council before now.