If it's hard to read what they're saying, here it is:
-Dragonmaw Fel Enforcer:
Warchief Mor'ghor runs the show here. Don't forget it!
The fury! The power! I have never felt so strong in all my life.
Soon. ALL the Dragonmaw will feel as I do.
Go ahead, tauren. Give me an excuse.
-Gorthul, Dragonmaw Flight Master:
I can't help you, druid. Warchief Mor'ghor would have me executed if I allowed the Horde to use one of our wind riders. Some day he'll get what's coming to him...
I have nothing I'm allowed to sell to you.
My goods aren't for sale to the Horde. Don't like it? Take it up with the Warchief!
Warchief Mor'ghor ordered us not to do buisness with the Horde.
:The merchant spits on the ground, infuriated, but refuses to speak any more on the subject.:
Go away, I don't want the Warchief to find out I've been talking to the Horde.
-Gregor, Dragonmaw Medicine Man:
We Dragonmaw have seen so much suffreing...
our defeat at Grim Batol... the loss of so many great warriors in Outland... and now incursions from Twilight's Hammer. I sometimes wonder if we will ever be great again. But younglings like Zaela, they give this old heap of bones some hope.
Negotiations aren't going well, Syrcorax. The Dragonmaw are not yet free orcs.
Somehow, we MUST get them to join the Horde!
Let me know if you need transport back to the fleet.