By Any Means Necessary I

This forest used to be bristling with life; it was my home once. Now, it is nothing more than a twisted abomination, a ruin of the beauty that once lay here. Those whom we once called brothers have played a big hand in the corruption of this land.

The Satyr can be found all across Felwood, lurking amongst the ruins and thinking of ways to further spread their corruption. I hate them with every part of my being, and I have killed many. You will assist me in the slaughter.

Bring me 60 horns of these beasts. Once you have retrieved them, I will know that you are capable of what is to come.

I grow impatient, have you dispatched the mongrels?

You have removed the taint of demonic influence from this world. Their vile schemes will not come to fruition, take heart in that.