Online:Guruzug

Guruzug is an Orc member of the Dragonstar Caravan Company found in Morkul Stronghold. He handles the available daily contracts.
 

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Quest-Related Events
When you talk to him, he will say:
:''"Ah, look who's back! I've got a whole new batch of contracts here if you're looking for work. What do you say? Interested?"
:What have you got for me? / What do you need me to do?

Breakfast of the Bizarre
:"I do, in fact. This Wood Elf merchant, Nednor, wants us to collect some eggs from Coldperch Cavern. Says they're "special," or something. I told him the less I know, the better. That place gives me the creeps."
:Does he need anything else?
:"Yeah. He wants to make sure the hagraven lurking there, Kraala Birdsong, doesn't try to steal the eggs back. Cut that beast down before you leave the cavern.  If you have more questions, he's just there in the next room. Good luck."
:All right, I'll gather these eggs and take care of Kraala.
:"Be careful around that Hagraven, pal. They're slipperier than greased eels. Uglier too."

Speak to him after collecting the eggs:
:"So did you find those weird eggs? What do they look like? Actually, you know what—forget I asked. The company's already settled up with Nednor. You should go talk to him to get your slice. Good work."

Fire in the Hold
:"This one really twists my tusks. Looks like those damn Bretons up in Watcher's Hold are at it again. Stinkin' Orc-haters. Way I hear it, Emeric told them to get out&mdash;but they aren't budging. They've even started stockpiling supplies again."
:So what's the job?
:"Right, sorry. The client is some daggerback Redguard named Sergeant Oufa. She's got no love for Wrothgar, but those bastards up in the Hold are making her look bad. The task is simple&mdash;burn up their supplies and kill their worthless leader, "Sir" Tailas."
:I'll take care of   and see that his supplies are destroyed.

Speaking to him again:
:"Don't show those bastards in Watcher's Hold any mercy. If one catches fire, you let him burn, all right?"

Free Spirits
:"Hmm. This one might tug on the old heart strings. Our client, Thazeg, represents a whole mess of Orcs who lost loved ones to that dung-heel sorcerer, Gorlar the Dark. Sounds like most of their friends and relatives got turned into undead thralls."
:How can I help?
:"The people want their loved ones' spirits freed and that necromancer dead. Take this. If you beat a skeleton or zombie almost to pieces, you can use this Phial of Tranquility to cut its spirit loose. Thazeg can tell you more. He's over there by the shrine."
:All right. I'll free these lost souls and deal with Gorlar.

Speaking to him again:
:"My grandfather told me ghost stories about Thukhozod when I was just a pup&mdash;stories that his grandfather told him. Way I hear it, this Gorlar the Dark's even worse. Be careful out there."

Getting a Bellyful
:"Says here the client needs someone to head down into the Kennel. She wants to get her hands on some of their special durzog chow. Apparently the slop they're slinging down there is as good as it gets. Funny. I thought durzogs just ate other durzogs."
:Anything else?
:"Yeah. I don't know if she sees her as competition or some sort of threat, but Arushna also wants you to kill Nikolvara the Durzog Trainer*. She was willing to pay extra for that. I'm all for extra pay. If you want more details, you can ask her yourself. She's right outside."
:All right. I'll collect the durzog feed and slay Nikolvara.

Speaking to him again:
:"Be careful around those durzogs. One of my mates thought he could train one as a watchdog. Got ornery one day and snapped his hand off like an apple on the branch. It's a shame too. He was a damn fine lute player. My friend, I mean. Not the durzog."
The subtitles say "Trainer", but the vocal is "Whisperer".

Parts of the Whole
:What do you have for me?
:"That daft artificer, Raynor Vanos, has put in a contract with the company. He wants us to collect information on some rusty old Dwarf junk down in Zthenganaz. Says its going to "further his experiments." Don't much like the sound of that."
:How should I collect this information?
:"He gave me this little orb-thing. Says you can use it to stun the machines. It should capture the information he needs at the same time. He wants the Guardian destroyed, too. Called it a "liability." He's over there if you need more information."
:All right, I'll get this information and destroy the Guardian as well.

Speaking to him again:
:"These people and their Dwarf-junk … honestly. Just leave the damned things where they are, am I right?"

The Skin Trade
:"Got a strange one for you. Says here that our client is looking for high quality werewolf pelts—from Argent Mine, no less. Word 'round the campfire is you've been there a few times. I figure you're right for the job."
:I've been there. Anything else?
:"The client wants you kill the pack leader, too. "Magnar Baby-Kicker" or some such. I figure one hide's as good as another, but who knows? Not really my business. You can talk to her before you leave, if you want. The Wood Elf just over there."
:All right. I'll gather these pelts and deal with Magnar.

Speaking to him again:
:"Never skinned a werewolf myself. Sounds like more trouble than it's worth. Unfortunately, that Menninia's sharp as a Morkul blade. I doubt we could fool her with old ragged wolf pelts."

Dialogue
After picking up a daily task, you can ask him about the Dragonstar Caravan Company:
:What are you doing here?
:"Huh. Sometimes I ask myself the same question. I'm a contract broker for the Dragonstar Caravan Company. We've been drowning in contracts ever since Kurog started his little home decorating project. We just don't have the manpower to keep up."
:Dragonstar Caravan Company?
:"Yeah. We're a "property protection consortium." Fancy way of saying we're a bunch of grunts and rowdies that knock heads together for money. Mostly stick to caravan escort, but we'll take just about any job as long as it pays well."
:So you're hiring?
:"Ha! No, no. I've got enough greedy hooligans on my payroll. This is strictly contract work. We give you a job and take a cut on the back-end. Simple as that."''