In the time of legends, Aturk would crush the skulls of his enemies and grind the bone into a fine powder for use in filament. Long gone are those days, $r. The Warchief calls for peace among the clans. Old enemies are now only watched with weary eyes!$B$BUnbelievable, I know, but such is the will of Thrall.$B$BEnough lamenting! You are here to learn, and learn you will! Bring me four steel breastplates and four steel helms and you will gain a taste of war!