Into the Mists

Zone: Orgrimmar

<Nazgrim fills his lungs with sea air.> You smell that, {name}? It's the smell of our home, the lands our kind have bled and died to preserve. And listen... you hear that? It's the sound of peace and safety - a haven we've carved, where our enemies fear to tread. Remember these things. You won't experience them again anytime soon. We have ourselves a war to win. Now go get settled, we're shovin' off!