Thrall is pottering around in his beloved vegetable patch in Nagrand, Outland. He was Warchief of the Orcish Horde once, but now he only comes out of retirement when the universe really needs saving. The rest of the time, he stays with his vegetables. He loves his little farm, and his wife and children. Simple pleasures. He sees you approaching and speaks.

"Lok'tar, friend. How can this old Orc help?"