Blasted beardlings and their fancy contraptions! Everythin' nowadays is guns and gyrocopters. Don't they know that any longbeard only needs rune magic or a sturdy axe and a pint o' stout to best any foe? Bah! My talk's wasted on you. You're one o' that crowd that likes these contraptions.
The way I see it, young ones are good for one thing: runnin' to take care o' things for the longbeards. You know who else shares me feelings? Ol' Thorlunson up ahead in the Badlands! He and I are of the same mind on many things.
We've just 'bout secured the way through these Marshes, so why not make your young self useful? Start makin' your way t' him in 'is camp. Take 'im this 'ere map o our caravan lines. When you give it to 'im, let 'im know I'm on the way, and we'll be sharin' a pint soon!
- Speak to Kazgrim Thorlunson
On Completion Edit
Well, what is it? Can't you see I've got things to do? These younglings keep gettin' themselves in trouble!
Oh, word from ol' Ironrune? Well, why didn't you say so sooner!?
So, the campaign's done in the Marshes? Excellent! I'm sure 'is old bones'll be better for gettin' out o' that damp muck. Now, give me 'is map, and I'll make sure we get these supply lines comin' from the Marshes secured!