Why is this happening? Put simply, the spirits of the wind just... vanished. They were there one day, and they were gone the next. I can't quite describe the feeling that we windshapers felt when it happened. It was as if a great silence fell over all of us and then... a profound absence. The petty wraiths you've likely encountered out there are just shades of the glory of the true spirits of wind. Non-sentient, aimless, and a far cry from the kindly spirits we lived in harmony alongside for thousands of years.

We discover formulations and recipes by showing old ingredients to new generations, who experiment with it in their own way.

Do you have a report of your patrol?

There you have it, you can now craft your very own Rallying Banner. Most folk don't care much for camps being set up in the center of town, so you'll need to head into the wilderness if you want to test it out. Oh, and just remember, no camp is complete without a campfire. You'll need one of those before you start up your camp. Most cooks can teach you to make a fire. If you haven't already, you might want to check in with someone who can train you in the culinary arts to learn the basics.

Many disagree on this point. I believe that simple communication is the key. The songs of the wind rang so clearly to us when the spirits where still here. Since they left, its grown quiet and our power as windshapers has weakened. However, there are those of us who can still hear something. A hushed tone. Fragments of a melody. Those that can still hear and see into the elemental planes must grow in strength. I believe that is the key to our salvation.

The shen'dorei will always owe the spirits a debt for their aid, and the Windshapers have sworn an oath to repay that debt and restore things to the way they were before. Unfortunately, we are dangerously blind to what is happening around us within Skywall without the spirits to guide us. The High Order are shortsighted and arrogant, just like their Highborne ancestors. They seek to master and control the magic of this place. This is very path that led us to flee from Kalimdor and reside here in the first place. I fear that much like our forebears their confidence has vastly outpaced their competence and the end result could be disastrous.

There you have it, your very own camp tent. Most folk don't care much for tents being set up in the center of town, so you'll need to head into the wilderness if you want to test it out. Oh, and just remember, no camp is complete without a campfire. You'll need one of those before you start up your camp. Most cooks can teach you to make a fire. If you haven't already, you might want to check in with someone who can train you in the culinary arts to learn the basics.

This type of cattail and speargrass is unique to Orgrimmar. Drinking from Azshara mountain spring water, and nourished by the sweat and blood soaked mineral dust of our rocky land, these herbs contain potent powers locked within. I'll give these to Yelmak, who may be able to win back Whuut's ear with a hands-on lesson.

Hopefully that sends them packing back to the north. I'll have some grunts keep an eye out for any stragglers or funny business.

The Cult? They are zealots and killers. They believe that we are being punished for some unspecific sin. The reality is that those that lead them are opportunists leftover from a dubious order of so-called "Priests" of Al'Akir, the Windlord. They now find themselves in a position to weaponize the fear of our people to consolidate their own power... and they have been quick to do so.

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

What are you looking for?

Hopefully those snake scum aren't giving you trouble?

Dere ya have it, ya be craftin' your very own Fish Bowl. Most folk don't be carin' much for camps being set up in da center of town, so ya be needin' ta head into da wilderness if ya be wantin' to try it out. No camp is complete without a campfire, mon. Ya be needin' one of dose before ya be startin' up your camp. Most cooks be teachin' ya ta make a fire. Check in with someone who can train ya in da culinary arts if ya haven't already learned da basics.

Ha! I could hear his body fall from here! Be proud of your kill today, not many can claim they survived a fight with a sea giant.

Good stuff, that stormstout, huh? I have another recipe that I learned from Chen. Would you be interested? It won't take long to make, and it might be useful if you plan on adventuring some more. Bring me 5 lightning glands from any stormhide, 1 thunderhawk saliva gland from greater thunderhawks, and a kodo liver from any of the Barrens' kodos. Like I said, this stuff has kick; it's the trogg brew that I mentioned to you before.

It might come as a surprise that with a name like thunder lizard they shoot lightning instead of roaring like thunder. Well, they do. Shoot lightning, I mean. Trust me, it's a lesson you only get to learn once if you're lucky.

Venomtails are some of the deadliest scorpids in Durotar. It was unwise for Rhinag to hunt them without having some of the antidote with him, but right now, chastising is the last thing he needs. Bring me a few venomtail poison sacs from any of the venomtails near the entrance of Orgrimmar and I'll make an antidote for him. Make haste, adventurer. One of our own needs your help.

Have you gathered the skin I inquired about? Our stocks are running low. It may seem odd to ask for murloc skin but it works well for internal membranes, or surfaces like cheeks or mouths. Similarly, the duskbat wing membranes are especially suited for more delicate areas, like faces or fingers. It prevents the skin from being too... thick.

Remember, no matter what creature you hunt, you would do well to study it and understand its behavior. That knowledge could save your life.

In all of our years dealing with the wind spirits, at no point did they speak of the Windlord as a figure of reverence. They acknowledged the existence of a being named Al'Akir, but they avoided invoking his name, almost as if they feared him. Even if this Al'Akir is an all-powerful "Windlord" or ruler of the wind elementals, my centuries of communion with the spirits has convinced me that at the very least he is not universally loved amongst the denizens of Skywall. I fear that attempting to treat with Al'Akir could merely hasten our doom.

Of course. Migi's parents and I have an arrangement to give Migi a bagged lunch every day, but I can only ensure the boy gets his food if he actually comes in to pick it up. Sometimes, he doesn't pick up his meal multiple times a week, and I wonder where he gets the energy to stay out and play.

Va, y ealdor Gloinador. E majis ko dana ne barad ras thorniss lars majis gol ador endirvis.

Winds tidings. What can I help you with?

Come in, come in. Just don't sit too close to the stove. It hasn't exploded yet today, but just to be safe I think you should sit elsewhere.

So... you want to be a tailor? Very well, we'll see if you have what it takes.

Please do see that he reads it at once. I fear our Scourge problem has only just begun. Come see me again in due time. I believe I have nearly uncovered something I could use a willing blade to help with.

Pleased to make your acquaintance. May I help you?

I am an officer of the city, working in the capacity of the Undercity's census. Since our liberation from the Scourge, we have tried to keep an accurate track of our city's populace. Through arcane methods and sharpened mental discipline, I am able to access these records. If you have business with me accordingly, please proceed. You should know if you do, at any rate.

With this, you'll be able to set up a camp anywhere out in the wilderness. What you've learned is just the basics, so you won't be able to place too many furnishings around it. Raise your cooking skill and you might just be able to learn to make even bigger fires. You can also learn the basics of furnishing your campsites from other tradeskill trainers if you're savvy in their skills.

Jim'bek locks eyes with you as he takes a deep puff from his hookah. 'Ello, mon. Need a rug? A blanket? Or just some cloth for your next project? I got you.

The spirits have guided you to me. How may I be of service?

These stones are infused with magical energy, but purposefully flawed. They are very unstable and once removed from the table they will consume themselves quickly.

Did you find the fruits?

I can teach you how to cook!

Nostyec Regenthor, mod. E wirsh ador eynes re an tiras an lo vil va novaedi E gol melka ras re y bor rothas aelgestron.

Fish so delicious. You come learn fish? Eat fish? Mmmmm...

Greetings, child. I am Illaya Amberwind and I am the Elder Windshaper here on Zephras Isle. It's always nice to meet young new faces that make their way down from the grove. Don't let this old shaman hold you up, no doubt you've got many adventures to see to. Do feel free to stop by later if you'd like.

Slay your enemies and swoon your paramours with this one weird trick. If you follow the path of the rogue, I can teach you... for a cost, of course.

The spinning column of wind before you seems to hum with contentment. It clearly cannot speak, but you have a clear sense of the sensations it feels. It seems... happy to provide you with the blessing of the winds.

Oh, that's okay. I-I'll be here if you want to learn some other time. T-Thank you for talking to me!

May the spirits be with you.

I think you now understand how important the mission of the Windshapers is. Every soul who commands the skysight is of vital importance if we hope to establish dialogue with the spirits of the winds once again. Between threats from within such as the Al'Aketh, and the uncertainty of our safety here in Skywall, it is our responsibility as Windshapers to use our gifts to save our home and ensure that the Shen'dorei can survive these trying times.

Your spirit burns brighter than any torch I've ever seen, adventurer, and for that, you should be proud. If you continue down this path, the elements will be yours to command, and our brethren will look to you for guidance and wisdom. Let me be the first to congratulate you and present to you your newest totem.

Like a muscle, your skysight must be exercised if you hope to grow stronger in the gift. Leveraging your skysight to bridge the distance between the mortal and the spiritual may prove invaluable to you in your adventures. You'd do well to remember what you've learned here today. Our ability to use our gifts to hear what the elements tell us could be the key to our survival.

You may not be a paladin, but you may yet find solace in the light should you seek it.

You go to inner ring of The Apothecarium. Lavinia Crowe is there.

The spirits have guided you to me. How may I be of service?

Cooking is a life long pursuit and I see we share the same passion!

The Shattered Hand will see the Horde to their former glory, unhindered by the timidness of the Warchief.