He stretched a hand toward them, angled vertically and open, fingers bent as if ready to grip a foreleg.  "Join me.  Let your wandering in the cold come to an end.  Make your homes here, and make Ironforge better for your talents.  Join me, not as slaves to be wrung for every drop of sweat and blood, but as my minions, free to make for yourselves a future of your own desiring."  He clenched his fist, drawing it back near his chest.  "Follow my laws and obey my decree, and you will be free to advance, free to learn, free to make use of your talents.  Help raise Ironforge to glory, and you shall be rewarded."