I don't know who I hate more: the bloody Dark Irons, the Dragonmaw, or the drakes they rode. <Howin spits.> I aim tae make things right. But we're gonna need some supplies. These whelp scales will protect against dragonfire a good bit, but they're a pain in the arse tae weave together. The Razormaw raptors up in Raptor Ridge to the northeast and Saltspray Glen to the northwest are so named for their pointy chompers--they oughta break through the scales. Bring me a handful of the incisors.
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