A score of the Grin’s finest rode by moonlight, their battle cries rivaled only by the snarling of their worgs and the screams of those who stood in their path.
The Grin, having scouted this strange reflection of the world from which many of them came, had found a suitable location for an outpost.
"These lands belong to the Orcs; we shall drive the filth from them. We’ll not sit idly as the Alliance gain a foothold in Draenor."
Exiles of the Shadowmoon, claiming their clan honorless and beyond redemption, found themselves forced to accept the aid of the Draenei and the Alliance to attempt to undo Ner’zhul’s work. They could not stand alone against the Iron Horde or the Alliance, until now.
"We Grin are exiles, outcasts, some even think of us as outlaws. We challenged the rule of the Peacechief Thrall; now we challenge Peacechief Vol'jin, who would have us surrender our lands to the Alliance in favor of peace.
"We share a kinship with the Exiles of the Shadowmoon Clan, as they too have challenged the decisions of their leaders, and now must make what lives they are able. The Exiles may continue to convince the Alliance to aid them in their work, but our task shall be to bolster the defense of these lands; to stomp out the Alliance incursion and punish the Draenei who welcome them."
"The Exiles offer us the shelter of their cave in exchange for our aid. This cave shall be our outpost on Draenor, and from this outpost we mount raid against the alliance as they establish Lunarfall.
"Draenor belongs to the Orcs. The Exile’s Rise is under the protection of the Blacktooth Grin. As for the Alliance forces in the Shadowmoon Valley? We’ll teach them to FEAR THE GRIN!"