Farren's Proof

Would you believe it, <name>? Redpath wasn't satisfied with all the murlocs we killed--oh now, don't be modest, you had some hand in it. Now he wants me to bring proof of the dead, hacking off cold, slimy murloc heads to submit for his approval.

Oh for the Love of the Light... they're dripping on the ground. Can't stand touching those things, myself. Fish are all well and good, but when they grow legs and start walking around... Haven't eaten a fish in weeks, let me tell you, and in Southshore, that means you aren't eating much.

You know, <name>, I'd really rather not take these heads... Since you've already got a handle on them, would you mind delivering them to Redpath for me?

Farren's errand <boy/girl>, are you? If you assisted Farren in procuring these heads, then thank you. Southshore needs hard workers and effort to maintain its protection.

Please inform Lieutenant Orinelle that I would like him to refocus his efforts on the naga infesting the Eastern Strand. When he has results, tell him to report to me in person.

The naga, eh? Redpath must have just received the same information as me... Ha! He'll not receive a promotion from my toil. Let me explain.