You trudge through the muddy snow into the Fang-Cleaver Den, your new, cheap armor already aching. A hulking figure descends from the ruined tower, the massive axe Grimfang resting casually on her shoulder. Skarag looks you up and down with cold, calculating eyes, her voice a deep, gravelly rumble that cuts through the mountain air:

"You're the new blood they vouched for. I care nothing for your past, only your steel and your loyalty. Understand this, whelp: You steal from me, you betray me, or you fail in a raid... and Grimfang will be the last thing you ever see. Go see Grommash. Start earning your place."