As you make your way up the winding cobbled road that stretches across the fetid moat surrounding the bulky, half-ruined Stromgarde Keep, you notice a few differences from the last time you came here. Large, black banners with white teeth hang on either side of the newly-repaired gates. Armored figures patrol the battlements, and far to your left, you can see two Orc children laying siege to a Tauren calf defending a broken catapult.

When you reach the gatehouse, you can hear a hum of activity from within the walls, with occasional shouts coming over the top of the wall. A Blood Elf leans out of the gatehouse. His hair is short-cropped, and he appears to be chewing something. He glances at you, then leans back in, satisfied. An arm pops out, indicating a notice pinned to the gate. You move closer to read it:

“Throm'ka. These grounds are the abode of the Blacktooth Grin. Tell the guard on duty your business, but be warned, the Grin has no time for play. If you seek to join the Clan, or bring tidings from another power, your presence is welcome. While in these walls, pay no honor to the name of the Peacechief, and draw no weapon.”

You tell the guard your business, and he knocks a complicated pattern on the gate. It opens a crack, and you step into the midst of those who continue the war their fathers began.