Thank the Warchief that you're here, <name>. I've made a critical error with the sea dogs and need your help to rectify the situation.
You see, I sent them out against the worgen coming from Fenris Isle stone cold sober. They attacked the beasts and promptly got their butts handed to them. Many of them died, but a few still live, barely clinging on to dear life.
Take this barrel of ale to the Decrepit Fields, east of here, and force it down the throats of fallen sea dogs.