Fish Heads, Fish Heads...

Greetings, <class>. Take a look toward the shore; what do you see? That's right, our beach... our Tranquil Shore, has been infested with the malignancy known as the murloc.

This blight will not stand!

I have a task for you. If you feel that you're up to it, I would have their heads! Let us see if we can put a dent in their numbers so large that, if they have any sense at all, they will return to the murky depths from which they sprang!