Cavernweb Extract

I've been a weakling all my life, not born the warrior my mother had wished me to be. The great defenders of Hammerfall stand tall and unrelenting against our enemies, yet I chose a different path to tread. Hacking and slashing at your enemy may be glorious and fulfilling, but to see your enemy writhe in agonizing pain over just a small drop of poison is even more enthralling. Not many of my kind share the sentiment, and I cannot blame them, but I am not here to be useless. If I can be of use to the Horde in any way, no one will be able to dissuade me from serving my warchief.

In my pursuit of new and rich venoms, I've come across a piece of information most intriguing. The vile orcs of old, the Dragonmaw, have enslaved a brood of spiders in the mining shafts beneath Grim Batol. Using their dark arts, they've enhanced the spiders to unfathomable levels of power. These arachnids must possess an unparalleled poison within them, so bring me their broodmother's venom sac.

The Dragonmaw orcs are psychotic remnants, clinging to the fading and misguided glory of our past. Decimate the fools while you are in their despicable lair.

The acidic scent is overwhelming. There is no doubt that these spiders have been tampered with, magically enhanced by heinous rituals. You've done well in releasing them from their torment. Here, take this as a reward for the risk I've put you in. May you serve the warchief with pride and soul!