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

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!

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.

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

Welcome, my brother. If you are here to train, then I would be delighted to train you. There are rumors of strife within the Cenarion Circle, but you should pay such loose talk no heed. Our Arch Druid, Fandral Staghelm, leads us and all of Teldrassil to glory!

There's not enough stormapples in skywall to repay you for this.

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.

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

<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.>

Thank you, stranger.

As soon as the fighting stopped, they started moving massive crates of windstones to the top of the tower. The leader, some kind of priest, said something about a ritual. I'm writing this note just in case I don't make it back to Shen'dar to warn Aonda, but they are doing something here. Something bad.

Thank you, stranger! You'll find that these are delicious once roasted! Please excuse me, it won't take me long to whip this up.

The Windfield Orchard has seen better days...

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

<Before you lies the corpse Jorel Windsinger. Deep lacerations are cut into his legs, and lightning burns scorch his fur. It is clear he put up a fight before succombing to his wounds.>

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.

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

The Peacekeepers can't hope to muster the numbers needed for an outright assault on the shrine. Without the Windshapers and the High Order bolstering our numbers, we stand no chance. They both pledged their aid when we need it. Now is the time. Unfortunately some recent events have led to outright bloodshed between the two factions, and tensions are high. How do you feel about a bit of diplomacy?

The Windshapers are almost wholly to blame for everything that has happened. Their refusal to change has damaged our ability to save ourselves from our current peril. They speak in absolutes and treat assumptions and superstitious hope as fact. Do you know who else deals only absolutes? The Al'Aketh. I for one do not intend to let blind adherence to dangerous beliefs doom our people. If it weren't for the threat of the cult, I'd march our mages over to the other side of Valnaar and wipe the Windshapers out.

Greetings traveler, I am Tharnariun Treetender.

Rorian has told me much of you. I am likely unknown to you, but I am a member of the Council of Elders here on Zephras Isle. I've come to read the flow of the winds here in Thendal Grove. I'm also here to assess young shen'dorei such as yourself that are coming of age. So tell me, are you ready to take your next step? Are you ready to serve Zephras Isle?

That is... a very good question. I have a hard time remembering things, but I do remember something... "Engineer", perhaps? I think that's what, or who, I was. Other than that all I can seem to remember is soaring through the sky, then seeing a flash of lightning before things got very bumpy. Then... a crash. It's been... a long time though. A very long time.

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!

If anyone finds this, please, do your best to stop them. There were only a few left at the tower when I scribbled this note and crawled away. Also, try and get Raani's lucky feather from his body. He liked to tell tall tales about how he plucked it from some kind of firebird and I think he'd want to make sure that it made it's way back home. If you are also able to retrieve Arvensus Shadowsong's family signet from his body, please do so. High Elder Shadowsong is his uncle and he would want it to be returned to the family.

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

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

<You touch the small white crystal and you can hear faint sounds on the wind. This is an audio recording of some sort.> "On The Windlord."

"Of late, the magisters of the High Order have grown increasingly wary of the wind spirits' motives, insisting that all powers and perils native to this realm must be better understood. Even if such dangers lie far from us now, the magisters maintain that such knowledge will better prepare us to face whatever may yet come."

Greetings, citizen.

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

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

"The skyseer elders among the Windshapers, by contrast, place implicit trust in the wind spirits and regard any questioning of their designs as an affront to our benefactors. They hold that our patrons in Skywall have already sacrificed much to bring us here and sustain us. They assert that if any further knowledge was vital to our survival, they would surely reveal it in due course. This difference in belief has given rise to no small measure of tension between the two orders. Whatever the truth may be, it is plain that we are not alone in this realm, and that many mysteries yet remain beyond our present understanding."

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.

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?

It is vital that we learn more about what the cult is planning, and with the turncoat dead the information may have died with him...

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

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'.

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

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.

It's always great to see you, adventurer.

Greetings, traveler.

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

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

Welcome to Ironforge, hero.

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

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

<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.>

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

You touch the small white crystal and you can hear faint sounds on the wind. This is an audio recording of some sort. "The Sky-Touched Mystery"

Oh these things? I built them. My little friends helped me. I'm not very good at remembering things, but, um, I do know that at one point I used to build a lot of things. Big things! But then, like I said... I was here. The things I build aren't so big and impressive anymore. Still makes me h-happy, heh. B-but... If you want, I can show you how to build things too!