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“For every action there is an opposite reaction, sister. In the case of us applying pressure on the males, this has meant newly spread rumors of insurrection. The bearded pig behind this rabble-rousing is called Garhal. Put an end to him… and make sure the other males see his demise.
They must learn that insubordination will not be tolerated.”
-Mildred the Cruel
Mildred the Cruel at the Forlorn Mine wants you to slay Garhal.

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Quest Giver: Mildred the Cruel — Forlorn Mine, Storm Peaks [42, 70]
Objective: Slay Garhal, leader of a male vrykul insurrection inside the Forlorn Mine.
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Finding Garhal
Killing Garhal
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Lore Context
Mildred runs the Forlorn Mine as a forced labor operation, using male vrykul as slaves. Garhal has been stirring insurrection among the captive men, and Mildred wants him executed publicly as a warning.
You’re doing all of this under the guise of a Hyldnir overseer, working to earn Mildred’s trust so she’ll eventually hand over the keys to Lok’lira the Crone’s shackles.
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Vikstone's War Journal“For every action there is an opposite reaction, sister.” Mildred’s eyes held nothing resembling warmth. “In the case of us applying pressure on the males, this has meant newly spread rumors of insurrection. The bearded pig behind this rabble-rousing is called Garhal.”

She let the name hang in the frozen air.
“Put an end to him… and make sure the other males see his demise. They must learn that insubordination will not be tolerated.”
I found Garhal deeper in the mine, flanked by other prisoners. He wasn’t hiding. His voice carried through the tunnels as I approached, addressing the Hyldnir guards with open contempt.
“I’d be careful if I were you, Hyldnir. We’re not afraid to lose a few men if it means smashing your pretty blue faces in.”
Not a broken man. A defiant one. When he saw me coming, he didn’t flinch.
“This is just a warning, wench. You strike one of us again, and we’ll kill you in your sleep.”
He thought I was one of them. In a way, I suppose I was.
The fight was brief. He had spirit but not the strength left to back it. My mace ended what the mines had already begun.
Mildred examined me when I returned. “Did you kill the insubordinate pig?”
I nodded.
“If I had any reservations regarding your commitment when you first arrived, I no longer have any. With just a little more effort you could be a permanent member of my operation.”
The praise burned worse than contempt would have.