Threat From the Sea

While I begin work on your weapon, why don't you talk to Katar? He mentioned needing help with patrols along the beach, and I'd rather see you keep your wits and weapons prepared instead of getting drunk with some of the other louses I share this camp with.

Be silent a moment, <class>. Even over the dull roar of the sea you can still hear those disgusting gurgles from the fish men.

I have no love for the sea, nor any creature I've seen come from its depths. It is a powerful but blind mistress; callous and brutal. It would bring me great pleasure to slay the fish men by the hundreds if it were within my power. But I garner some pleasure from watching their deaths at the hands of any who do the Horde's will. Which brings us to you, <class>. How many can you slay? Would you test yourself against their most powerful kind?

The sea seems vast and relentless, but you have stained her with the blood of her own spawn. The fish men know pain. Their stupidity will force them to refortify their ranks from the devastation you've caused, and that is good. Let their gurgling screams overshadow the sea's roar long into the night. I shall smile every time I hear one of them silenced. Return to me if you wish to slay more of the fish men. I will gladly reward you again.

Before you take rest, speak to Tok'Kar again. While you were gone I believe he finished a few weapons. For your help here, he would offer one of them to you. You would do well to test its strength against the fish men when you are ready... but only to please me further.

Ah, <name>, you've returned. Good. I've finished crafting more weapons for our fight against the murlocs. For bringing us the fresh sawtooth meat, and for bringing a small smile to Katar's face, I offer one of them to you.