Valennia looks away briefly before looking hesitantly back in your direction. The Shal'nan was the very best of us. It was he who stood up for our people against madness and oppression in Eldre'Thalas nearly ten thousand years ago. It was the Shal'nan who led us across the uncharted sea to escape the murderous vengeance of our ancient enemies. It was the Shal'nan who brokered the pact of friendship with the wind spirits that allowed us to ascend to Skywall... and survive. He was ever the servant leader to his people, even after he abdicated his position of power and retired.

The Hippogryph is a noble beast, proud and swift. They are an honor to train, and can quickly take their rider a great distance.

The spirits of the wind may have left us, but the power of the elements is not entirely out of reach for those with the patience to seek them out. If you are initiated in the ways of the shaman, I can help you grasp them.

Welcome to Shen'dar Village, some of the best fishing this side of the mountain range. If you are looking to catch fish I can teach you, for a price.

I suppose that is true. I and the rest of my elites used to belong to an order known as the Empyrean Blades. We were the personal guard of our former leader, the Shal'nan. In the current, uncertain times we do what we can to help lead the peacekeepers citizen militia, since we are the closest thing to professional soldiers left on Zephras.

<The two cultists nearby are talking. You might be able to learn something if you hide behind this wardrobe and eavesdrop.>

Welcome to the Calmbreeze Inn, traveler. Would you like some refreshment?

Hi there. I'm Gubber Blump.

Greetings, hero. Do you come seeking the blessings of the Windlord?

Welcome to my Inn, weary traveler. What can I do for you?

Hello there, young hero. I am Rathiril Sunlance and I am an elder Magister of the High Order here on Zephras Isle. It's always good to see bright-eyed young shen'dorei, ready to do their duty in service to their homeland. Don't let this dusty old mage hold you up however, no doubt you've got many adventures to see to. Feel free to stop by later if you'd like to speak more.

May Elune walk with you, hero. The Temple of the Moon has come to help the troubled citizens of Auberdine.

Adventurer! The wind bridge leading to the other spire is unstable. You may need to wait here with me until it returns.

<As you approach the enormous cyclone construct, you hear a faint buzzing emanating from beneath its massive armor plates. If you listen carefully you think you might be able to hear a few words being formed but they are too distorted to make out.>

You've earned a degree of trust amongst the Nightclaw, hero. We don't have much to offer you as a reward, but we have managed to scavenge a number of crafting plans from the ruins of Ban'aethal. The magesmiths of Ban'aethal were widely regarded to be the best artisans in all of the Skyborne Isles. The Nightclaw are naturalists, not crafters, so these records are of little use to us. Continue to prove yourself to be a valuable ally, and I would make these secrets available to you.

Do you seek the blessings of the Windlord?

Welcome to Ironforge, hero.

Your body looks worn and your spirit weary. Rest yourself beneath our roof and allow Elune to guide your dreams.

Welcome to the guild registrar of Valanaar. How may I assist you today?

Greetings, young hero. Welcome to the hall of the Tradesman's Guild. Resources are tight on Zephras right now, but you should be able to find a variety of materials and wares here to keep you in top adventuring form. Please let me know if you have any questions.

I might be the only living shen'dorei left amongst our people who had more than a handful of words with him. I served him as the captain of his Empyrean Blades for nearly nine centuries, right up until... he left us. Even still, I can't rightly claim that I "knew" him. He was ever a reserved and solitary man. He spent most of his time alone or in communion with the spirits in the spires high above the Shrine of the Four Winds... the place that the cult now calls the 'Shrine of Akir'.

Ishnu-alah, traveler, and welcome to Nighthaven. Would you like to browse my selection of fine dresses?

All of the skyborne islands became destabilized and began to move apart a few years ago. If that wasn't bad enough, now large pieces of Zephras are beginning to fall away. It's hard to imagine your home falling into the sky, but that is my reality now.

It's always great to see you, adventurer.

The spirit of strength does not always allude to physical strength. To face adversity both from within and without is what it means to take my shape.

Greetings, traveler.

Gales greetings, friend. Is there something I can help you with?

Although the coast of Darkshore is more dangerous than that of Teldrassil, many fishers find profit here.

adventurer, I've come to find out how rampant the effects of Fel Moss are throughout Darkshore. The corruption of Teldrassil and our surrounding lands really concerns the druids of the Cenarian Circle, and all Night elves. It is my goal to find out why this has happened and to put an end to it.

<Constable Aonda wears an intense look on her face, clearly deep in thought.>

H-Hello. You'll have to excuse me, I'm used to your kind running from me.

<This cultist is dead. Upon close inspection, you notice that he seems to be clutching something to his chest, almost as if he was protecting it.>

Most of the cultists at the Sanctum of Storms seem to have come out to respond to our attack. I never would have expected this to go so well. This was almost too easy... I think that the Windshapers and High Order have made their push. Valennia should be with them. You should head inside and find her. We'll stay here and keep watch while Valennia and the others finish what they came here to do.

<Before you lies an skyborne; his body is mangled and bruised but still recognizable. It is clear he met a gruesome end while attempting to flee. It appears that all of his belongings are still on his body, and a half filled crate nearby lays spilled on the ground.>

The Windfield Orchard has seen better days...

Greetings, citizen.

<The corpse lying before you is covered in scorches and burn marks. He seems to be clutching something in his hand.>

Welcome to the Calmbreeze Inn, traveler. Would you like some refreshment?

Hail friend - a moment of your time, if I may... We have endured much in our trials and tribulations in establishing Teldrassil. Were the constant strife of the times not enough, we now find ourselves in a dire shortage of cloth. If you have the materials to spare, I ask that you please donate them. You certainly would earn the gratitude of night elves everywhere in helping us out!

I hope that your interruption is for a good cause, I was in the middle of some important work.

<Valennia is severely wounded and is barely holding on to consciousness.>

The clothcraft of the Shen'dorei is a harmonious imitation of the flowing, carefree currents of the winds. While the spirits have left us, and I know not when I may see them dance once more... I find great comfort in my art, if only as a distraction. I can teach you to work the cloth as well, if you'd like to learn?

I can teach you to craft fine leather armor, if you have the aptitude.

The skycutters and ferries haven't run in years at this point. For all we know, there are no other islands left for us to get imports from. Still though, I'm here... just in case.

Would you like a flight to Rut'theran Village, courtesy of the Cenarion Circle?

To maintain our link to the mainland, we have hippogryphs constantly flying between Rut'theran Village and Darkshore.

Greetings, druid. I am Tyrande Whisperwind, High Priestess of Elune.

I don't get too many cooks in here looking for training, but I guess I could teach you something if you're ready.

Our kind are rare these days, but there are those who still dream in emerald amongst the Shen'dorei.

If you need training as a cook, I have a few tips and tricks I could pass on! Ho ho! Throw on an apron and let's get started!