I've heard what happened, %PCName. It's unfortunate that Zusinumausur couldn't be convinced to join us. An ally with ties to the Shinathi could be of great benefit to us. But I trust you did all that was in your power.

First, I want to see proof that the Redoran aren't beyond all hope. Prove your mettle to me. We shall hunt for a canyon thresher, outsider.

Hah! Honor, glory. Big words for someone who crawled here, begging for aid with nothing to offer in return.

Leave if you have nothing to say.

Ah, you mean the House that my forefathers fled from before its utter collapse? My father told me stories about the once-proud Waters March, which in time grew complacent, unwieldy, and arrogant. Tell me, outlander, why should I abandon my life here, where I have everything I could want, and join you? Only to chase specters of the past that's never to return?

I'm %Name, son of Adras. Why do you disturb me, n'thil?

You've been expelled from %Faction. I cannot speak of this with you unless you make amends.

What's done is done, %PCRank.

What a waste, %PCRank. Hopefully you'll do better in your future duties.

So this is all that remains of the Telendas family? Only a brute who cares about nothing but his own hide? Ah, to be honest with you, %PCRank, it's just more proof of what I've been struggling to accept for a long time. The Hlaalu aren't entirely at fault for what happened to the Waters March -- in reality, our own minds and hearts were lost long before the territory was taken, and we've been wilfully ignoring it for as long as we possibly could. But no more. Anyway, I have more duties for you.

Find him and convince him to join our ranks.

The members of the Telendas family were known for being fierce, honorable warriors and steadfast supporters of the Waters March. If Zusinumausur is anything like those I used to know, I would gladly welcome him to my retinue. You'll approach him with an offer to join the ranks of House Redoran again. Tell him that with us, he'll finally have a purpose -- a mission -- instead of squandering his life as a tribesman in a dusty desert in the middle of nowhere. Do whatever you must to convince him.

We know what you have done, n'thil. Begone.

The mighty champion Zusinumausur is resting in his tent, gathering strength for another hunt. I doubt he would waste his breath on a wimp like you, n'thil.