Green Goes Red

Nert is a good friend, and despite his choice of employment, I don't think he's a bad person. Convincing Gar'Thok of the same, though... And getting you all into the Horde? That's a tall order!

Gar'Thok may love my boar ribs, but I'd like to think he's got a better head on his shoulders than to recruit former Venture Co. crew in exchange for a meal.

I'll cook these up for you at least. If you're set on this plan, take my advice: Tell Gar'Thok your lot are refugees willing to serve. Do not mention the Venture Co. at all.

Give Nert my regards.

You don't look like the caravan from Ratchet. What business do you have in Razor Hill?

<Gar'Thok sniffs the air and starts to salivate.>

Is that Torka's cooking I smell? What I wouldn't give for some of his boar ribs...

A gift on behalf of you and your goblin refugee companions? You wish to join the Horde?! Listen, goblin...

<You offer the boar ribs in an enticing manner, and after a moment of hesitation, Gar'Thok hungrily grabs the ribs. He devours the food with relish, making a mess but looking satisfied.>

A goblin giving food freely. Hmm, I will see what I can do... First, formalities.

Are you prepared to fight with honor among the ranks of the Warchief's army? To be his blade and shield in lands unknown?