The sound of splintering wood is heard as you come upon a small farm in the savanna hills of Nagrand.

In front of the small, homely Orcish hut is the weathered but still incredibly powerful legend himself, Thrall. Chopping some massive logs up with a maul for firewood to keep his family warm for the coming winter.

Blood and Thunder, traveler.

He grunts as he splits another log effortlessly.