Throgg turned the Mandible of Beth'tilac over in his hands. "It's a jawbone! You brought me a flaming jawbone. That is very kind welcome home gift," the orc said thoughtfully. "What it do?"
"The fire is the enchantment, admittedly. It's mostly just a mandible with duct tape." Lolegolas sat on a chair, carefully sitting on his hands to cover the shakes. The trembling was getting bad, but he didn't want the recovering orc to see. "It's for tanking, I'm pretty sure. It's angled well to help you dodge blows and such."
"And it flames! I can yell 'Flame on!' instead of 'Throgg smash!' It will be fun. When are we going to the flaming lands?"
"Firelands," Lolegolas said. "Maybe next week, after we get a little more rest. The worgen's out fishing up some food now, and we can probably find an expedition easily."
"Flame on!" Throgg said, wielding the mandible. "The flaming duo returns!"