A flash of light, a puff of smoke, and a small juvenile orc appear. He has a giant purple conch in his hand. He drops it then runs off. Scratched on the side are some words: "Listen for the ocean"
You hold it to your ear.
"TAH DAH! You di'nt like dat, mon?? Well I paid da kid T'irty silvah for it, so joo bettah be gettin' used to it. Oh sorreh, I'm Zinjin. Troll druid of da Darkspear Tribe. I like to stay outta sight, but as joo be seein, I like my announcements a bit on da...flashy side. Anyway, I be hearin' whispahs of a special group. Stalkin' around da city, I been seein' joo in some odd places an' I put two 'n two togedda. How 'bout we be grabbin' a bite ta eat, eh? I can see joo now, so jus' gimme a quick nod if joo bein' up for some lunch latah. Good. I'll send anuddah kid wit' da arrangements soon. Breathe deep, mon."
BOOM!
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