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From the scratches he makes in the rock, you see several symbols: a trident, a mur’ghoul, the sun, a wrecked ship, and a rough stick-figure of yourself.
Puzzling out what the murloc is conveying takes a while. Obviously he wants you to get a trident from the Chillmere Coast, but the image of the sun is puzzling. That is until you realize he means his son.
His son was changed into a mur’ghoul! He wants you to find him to the south near the wrecked ship and return with his trident.
Old Icefin wants you to obtain Rotgill’s Trident. Return it to him on the small island on the Chillmere Coast.

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Quest Giver: Old Icefin — Small island on the Chillmere Coast, Howling Fjord [19.7, 22.2]
Turn In: Old Icefin (same location)
Objective: Kill Rotgill and return Rotgill’s Trident to Old Icefin.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Finding Old Icefin
Finding and Killing Rotgill
Return to Old Icefin
Tips
Lore Context
The quest text does something unusual for WoW: it gives emotional depth to a murloc. The completion text reads: “Reaching out to take his son’s trident from you, Old Icefin’s hand shakes a little. Could it be that the aged murloc is grieving?”
Then, even more pointedly: “Is that just extra moisture pooling at the base of his eye?”
Old Icefin’s son was turned into a mur’ghoul, an undead murloc. Mur’ghouls are the result of Chillmere Coast murlocs being reanimated by Scourge necrolords. This means Rotgill isn’t just dead; he was taken by the Scourge and turned into an abomination.
Old Icefin isn’t asking you to save his son. He knows that’s impossible. He’s asking you to put his son down and bring back the only thing left of who Rotgill used to be: his trident.
The quest title “Trident of the Son” plays on the sun/son confusion built into the quest text. Old Icefin scratches a sun symbol because, as the narrator explains, the murloc “words” for sun and son are homophones. It’s a rare moment of linguistic worldbuilding for murlocs, creatures usually played for comic relief.
Old Icefin belongs to the White Shark tribe, described in supplemental lore as having “more frequent dealings with surface-dwellers than many other murloc tribes.”
That willingness to interact with outsiders is what makes this quest possible: Old Icefin trusts you enough to ask for help, even though he can barely communicate the request.
Cross-Expansion Connection
Rotgill later appeared as a legendary Shaman minion card in the Hearthstone expansion “March of the Lich King.” His flavor text reads: “In the summer: Hotgill. Mechanized: Botgill. Everyone else: Notgill.”
Explore Howling Fjord’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Howling Fjord Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War JournalOld Icefin could not speak my language, but grief needs no translation.

He scratched symbols into the rock with one gnarled claw. A trident. A mur’ghoul. A wrecked ship, and a crude figure that might have been me. There was one mark I puzzled over until understanding arrived like a blade between the ribs.
The sun. His son.
Rotgill had been turned. The Scourge had taken another child from another father, and the old murloc wanted only his son’s weapon returned. He knew better than to hope for rescue.
I found the wreck on Chillmere’s southern shore. The mur’ghouls guarding it were mockeries of what murlocs should be, their flesh gray and rotting. Rotgill was among them. I could not have known which one he was, but it did not matter. I killed all of them.
The trident lay partly buried in the sand near the hull. Crude work, bone and salvaged metal, but someone had etched patterns into the shaft. A father’s hands, perhaps.
When I placed it in Old Icefin’s grip, his hand trembled. One clouded eye studied the weapon, then studied me. Moisture gathered at its base and spilled down the weathered scales of his face.
I left him there on his island, clutching what remained of his son.
Howling Fjord was finished. Vikstone left the coast behind him and turned south for Dragonblight, where The Lost Courier had gone missing with orders that never arrived.