Call of the Hunt

These peaceful forests sap my will to fight! We thrive upon the pulse of battle, the clash of steel on steel, the hunt for death. Ah, I see the eager flame bloom behind your eyes. You feel it too, do you not? The call to the hunt? Go, |n. Track down those who organize the defense of Chrace. Harry them until they run to ground, then send them screaming into eternity. And, |n, remember: a true warrior always claims a trophy from the field of battle. Their heads should do nicely!

Hunt down the two Shining Guard captains who are attempting to organize the defense of Chrace. Defeat them, take their heads as trophies, and report back to Rykoth Ebonglaive at Malagurn's Charge.