- Crushridge Maulers slain (10)
After softening them up, we'll proceed.
Understood? Good. Now go.
I note that your task is unfinished, <Name>. Shall I inform Sharlindra of your ineptitude?
The snow blooms red with the blood of the ogres, but we cannot cease our efforts until the spirit and numbers of the Crushridge have been crushed and ground into the dirt and snow.