Roots'll Do 'Er

Zone: Twilight Highlands

Look here, mate. She's on her last legs! If me bird dies, I'm as good as worthless. So make yerself useful. Here on the peninsula you can dig up thorny stankroots. Oh the smell will knock you on yer patoot but steeped in water it'll boil up into a right powerful cure-all. Gather some while I defend me bird. An' hurry! You Alliance wanks don't have a reputation for timely intervention, right?