The Brothers Digsong

== Objectives ==
Report to at Underlight Chasm in Vashj'ir.
== Description ==
Private <name>, at attention! Ve are havink a small problem!
Ve have sent Humphrey and out to Underlight Chasm, to the northvest, but they are not comink back. They vere supposed to scout out the area, but ve have lost all contact with them.
Your assignment, Private <name>, is to locate our comrades and, if they live, bring them back to me!
== Rewards ==
You will receive: 
== Completion ==
Of course we haven't returned yet! We've had our fair share of setbacks... not the least of which was the passing of my dear brother Oskar.
<Humphrey sniffles loudly.>
He lost his grip and floated away, the poor lad! He thought he'd grab some fish to bring back to , but he floated off, and was eaten by one o' those.. those ! Bwaaah ha ha haaah!
== Notes ==
Exit the cave, go up and over Korthun's End to the northeast, then down into Underlight. Head north to find Humphrey Digsong trapped, upside down, with his hand stuck in a giant clamshell. Humphrey's gossip is hilarious:
:Ah! Umm... hello there. I was just inspecting this shell here. Carry on! Nothing to see here!
:I seem to be having a... floating problem.
:I couldn't tell ya. Maybe I've got a low bone density, or a larger-than-average lung capacity. Maybe it's all that cheese I had for lunch.
:Either way, this shell is the only thing that's keeping me from rocketing to the surface.
:Aye, and it runs in the family. The Digsongs have always had buoyancy issues, I'm afraid.
:Hand over hand, <lad/lass>... hand over aching hand. I can't tell ya how many gallons of seawater went right up my nose.
:You shoulda seen me fight off that pyreshell crab using my feet and my teeth, though! 'Twas a thing of glory, 'twas.
:I remember when I was just a wee little lad... the other boys would swim down to the bottom of Loch Modan and pick up sand dollars and seashells. Oskar and I were stuck on the lake's surface, kicking our legs uselessly into the air, but we couldn't join them.
:I can't even remember how many times I've spotted a beautiful mining vein at the bottom of a lake or river, glimmering mockingly at me. I'm forced to float orelessly by, mining pick in hand, only to watch some blasted orc or blood elf swim down to the bottom and take it away from me.
:Ya have no idea what it's like to be stuck down here in Vashj'ir like this! Do ya know how many fish have confused me for a piece of seaweed, nibbling on my toes and hiding between pieces of my armor?
:That tickling alone is enough to drive a dwarf mad!
:I can tall ya don't want to hear my grumbling. That's fine.
:Just don't forget how lucky you are, with your "sea legs" and your "ability to swim in a direction other than up".
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