Martek the Exiled

I'm developing a new engine that'll make the car go so fast! Fast enough to fly, I know it! I just need to make pistons that can handle very very heavy stress. All my trials have failed because I can't make pistons hard enough!

But there is someone who might know how.

His name is Martek the Exiled. He is a great smith and knows more about metal than anyone. Take him this letter, I know he can help!

But he's far far away -- in Azeroth, in the Badlands, in a camp, with a goblin!

Find him!

Well, you found me. Good for you.

Are you here about that axe I made for Gath'Ilzogg? Or are you here to reclaim Duchess Pamay's honor?

Actually, I don't care which it is. If you're here to fight, then let's get it over with...

Fizzle sent you? Well that changes things! Of course I'll help you. Fizzle and his brother are two of the few people who don't want me dead!

So Fizzle wants to make pistons, eh? Pistons strong enough to take whatever stresses he has planned, and if I know Fizzle, then this new car of his is a volcano on wheels!