Valennia winces in pain as she shifts to look at you. Don't look at me like that. I'll be fine. Despite the best efforts of the High Elder's fretful healers, I'll be up and ready to fight again in no time. Now be gone with you... don't let this old soldier hold you up. The winds will bring you good fortune on your journey, I know it.

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

Winds tidings. What can I help you with?

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

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

Belguilos is dead? Four winds bless you, hero. We might just make it out of this alive after all.

Winds bless me this meat looks fantastic! Thank you so much, hero.

Thank you, hero, you have done a great kindness to us refugees this day. I will make sure to return these to their owners. At least it gives us a place to start over from.

Greetings, hero. I can show you how to weave magic about yourself to change the appearance of your equipment, if you so desire. Do you wish to utilize my services?

Well met, hero. You may speak to me unless you have direct business with my mistress Magatha. I deal with most of her tasks for her so she can concentrate on more important matters. Perhaps there are some things we could discuss before you seek audience with her?

The earth keeps many secrets, hero; it is our duty to ensure that those that must remain a secret for the good of all stays as such.

<Elegael looks down at the collection of bloodied heirlooms with distress.> So many young lives with so much potential now gone forever. Thank you for returning these, hero. I will hold onto them for safe keeping until I am able to take them to the High Elder. There they can go back into the collection and await the next and perhaps more worthy generation to come of age.

<Ealaane's eyes well with tears.> Oh, Resaan my love. What will become of us now? There was so much... it feels as if our lives together had just started. Thank you, hero. The world is cruel to take both my home and my love from me. At least his heirloom will give me some closure.

Have you any news of Resaan? Please, hero, the wait is hard to endure after everything that has happened.

<Elegael takes the sticky mound of moss from you with a weak smile.> Thank you, adventurer, you have done well. This is exactly what we need.

<Vayn nods at you.>

I guarantee this bank's security with my own blood, is that good enough for you?

Yo, what do you need?

This stuff can be a bit messy and it tends to get everywhere. You'll probably be shaking this out of your trousers for weeks, unfortunately. I do appreciate it, though. I've had this on my to-do list for weeks, but getting too far from the house when it's just me on my own with bandits lurking everywhere is a big risk. Don't bother asking me what I use this stuff for. Things. Stuff and things. Don't worry about it.

We are as ready as we'll ever be.

May I help you locate something, citizen?

I watched you take down those bandits from the window. Not bad.

I have a small matter that requires just the kind of assistance that an adventurer like yourself can provide.

We fought hard to get this far but it isn't over yet.

I... am very sorry to hear that my nephew is dead. I thank you kindly for recovering this, and bringing it to me. It's not common that such capable young shen'dorei come down from the highlands. If you need work, please speak with Valennia Stormfist, the captain of the peacekeepers here in Valanaar. These days we need all the help we can get.

We are holding them off for now, but they have greater numbers and our fighters are starting to get tired. We need to do something to break the stalemate, and do it fast.

I will make the cult pay for every drop of druid blood they have spilled this day.

Flutterflies are normally docile and calm, but rub them the wrong way and sometimes they'll surprise you.

You are back? And... alone?

These bandits are more likely to double cross and steal from each other than they are to steal from normal folks. I bet if Ferauu knew some of his people went rogue and came here early to tamper with the harvest, he'd kill them himself.

Would you rather trust your goods with a goblin?

Rest your weary bones for a spell.

The bank and auction house can be found on the western side of Valanaar, near the Windshapers' skycutter dock.

Which class trainer are you looking for?

The turncoat was already dead when you arrived, you say? This is unfortunate news. <You hand over the crystal you found on the dead cultist's body.> Interesting...

<Alvarion's eyes tear up as you finish retelling the story of what happened at the orchard.> I don't know how to thank you, friend. I came to Valanaar looking for hope. A vain hope, I was almost certain. But instead I found a hero. A real hero, like the stories from before we came to Skywall. I'll never forget what you did for us, adventurer. You'll always be welcome at the Windfield home.

Besides the Grunts outside, my brothers and I fought at the battle of Hyjal. Any who seek to steal from the bank must face us first.

You are still alive? Thank the winds for small miracles, I suppose.

My brother said we could make great money with this trade route, but he didn't tell me I would be the one living on this side. If you come back this way on the Zeppelin, could you bring me something to eat? They sell some of the finest meat in Orgrimmar, and I sure could use something that didn't die weeks before it stopped moving.

These are big tenderloins! You must have taken down some real monsters out there.

I don't think I've had real meat for dinner in... well, too long.

<Valennia looks visibly relieved as you tell her about the status of the eastern watchtower.> Thank the winds.

I will not rest until my fangs have gone through the throat of every single cultist on this isle.

<This man is clearly dead, killed by the assassins that you fought outside the house. As you kneel down to inspect the body you notice the glinting reflection of something shiny...>

I... can't believe it's over. I need to stop and calm myself before my heart leaps right out of my chest.

<Aamelia listens while you explain what became of Alvarion.> At least I know he's going to be safe in Valanaar. Stranger, I hate to tell you this but I think my idiot husband likely just sent you here to die for nothing. If you have any sense at all, you should leave now. This isn't your fight.

When I said the bloodier the better, you really listened. Good. It lets me know you made it hurt. On a serious note, thank you for what you've done so far. I've been floating aimlessly around this farm for weeks as if I was just waiting for the end to come. I think I'm starting to have hope again. Ferauu and his thugs are due any time now. All that's left is to go out and face them. What do you say, will you see this through to the end with me?

If you manage to bring me enough bandit masks, maybe I'll stitch a blanket out of them and give it to Ferauu. <Aamelia laughs loudly.>

Tensions between the Windshapers and High Order are high right now, but we couldn't hope to carry out this plan without both groups on board.

Where would you like to fly to?