Beyond the meager shelter of these fortress walls, the jungle closes in. Can you feel it? That is the untamed wilderness, <class>, calling forth our primal instincts. There is no better way to feel alive than to court death.
Join me in the hunt, <name>! Collect teeth from the wild beasts. The ravagers in Thornmire, the raptors in Zorammarsh - even the sea creatures along the strand and the little podling plants themselves all have teeth. Bring them to me!