Tooth and Claw

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!