I hope you strapped your belt on tight, young <class>, because there is work to do here in Northshire.
And I don't mean farming.
The Stormwind guards are hard pressed to keep the peace here, with so many of us in distant lands and so many threats pressing close. And so we're enlisting the aid of anyone willing to defend their home. And their alliance.
If you're here to answer the call, then speak with my superior, Marshal McBride. He's inside the abbey behind me.
Ah, good. Another volunteer. We're getting a lot of you these days.
I hope it's enough.
The human lands are threatened from without, and so many of our forces have been marshaled abroad. This, in turn, leaves room for corrupt and lawless groups to thrive within our borders.
It is a many-fronted battle we wage, <name>. Gird yourself for a long campaign.