Our Dark Iron Rivals

<name>! It's a disaster! I was just checking my tent for more ingredients when I noticed my plans for the Thunderbrew Golden Lager weren't there! It must have been those damned Hurley Blackbreath, he and his kin have been rivals to our family since countless years. They can't live with the fact that our beer is the superior one, not like their lukewarm sludge soup. We need to get it back. The recipe contains the last few crucial steps required to finalize my perfect brew. Blackbreath surely scuttled back into the Blackrock Depths, find him and bring me back my plans!

<Thandol is murmuring unintelligible curses into his beard.>

My plans, completely torn apart! I hope Blackbreath got what he deserved for disrespecting the result of year long hardship, blood, sweat and tears! Luckily I can still read the important parts of the formula. Thank you, <name>. I know you risked hide and hair going into that accursed mountain for me. With these back in my possession, we are finally at the end of the journey.