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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

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.

Greetings, citizen.

<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.>

<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.>

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

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

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.

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!

"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."

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

"Who is Al'Akir the Windlord? The priests of the radical Al'Aketh would have us believe him to be the true ruler of Skywall, the realm we now call home. In their telling, we are but interlopers here, and one day Al'Akir shall appear before us to reckon with our trespass into his dominion within the elemental plane. Though such claims may at first seem the ravings of the misguided or the mad, there may yet be some measure of truth in them. When asked of Al'Akir's nature, the wind spirits grow evasive and agitated. Indeed, even the mere speaking of the so-called "Windlord's" name appears to cause them profound unease, perhaps even fear."

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

<Valenna 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.

Greetings, traveler.

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

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.

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

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

Hi there. I'm Gubber Blump.

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

<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."

Thank you very much for these. As elves we all have a deep connection to magic and these windstones are becoming more and more precious as the magic imbued into this island by the great anchor pylons continues to fade. Windstones aren't the only beneficial thing you can harvest from the land. Please, take one of these manuals.

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 Rebellion in Eldre'Thalas, Part 1"

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

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.

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!

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

<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.>

Mmm, I think you are going to like what I can cook up with these acorns!

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.

"Whatever the truth may be, our benefactors clearly have no wish to speak of Al'Akir or his servants, and they are quick to dismiss all rumors of the Windlord's presence as idle fancy, unworthy of serious heed. They assure us that we need not trouble ourselves with such matters here, safe upon our Skyborne Isles. While this offers solemn comfort to many, it also raises a troubling question: what, precisely, are the wind spirits concealing from us?"

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

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

Excellent work, adventurer. You'd make a fine ranger if this whole "adventurer" thing doesn't work out for you.

The Windfield Orchard has seen better days...

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

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'.

Well met!

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.