Hello there, hero. I am High Tinker Mekkatorque of the exiles of Gnomeregan.

I've been begging Stormwind for aid for months and he sends me a skinny elf? Well, beggars can't be choosers I suppose. Welcome to Westfall, hero. Let's see if we can't put you to work.

Where are you going? Well if you're looking to get there quickly, then look no further!

Greetings, citizen. How may I help you today?

Ah yes, he mentioned that an agent of the High Order would be arriving in Stormwind soon. He asked me to draft instructions for you. <Randal hands you a neatly sealed note.> This should give you all the information you need. You are in for quite the journey, adventurer. I wish you luck on behalf of Stormwind and the Alliance.

I am Tinkmaster Overspark, and I am the chief architect for modern gnomish engineering principles in the world today. It is my job to ensure that the power of invention continues to shine brightest from our arclight spanners than anywhere else! Also, if you happen to know a good schematic for radiation elimination, we just so happen to be in the market for one right about now...

<Lotheluum wears a look of genuine terror as you recount the events from the druid den.> I--I'm sorry, adventurer. I need just a moment. There are no words I possess that can describe the loss. This is grave news indeed. If this missive is not fabricated, then we indeed have at best an accomplice and at worst a traitor here in Valanaar. I will take this to the High Elder immediately! I will not let my fellows sacrifice be in vain.

What do you need of me, child of Zephras?

Where is it ye would like to go lad? For just a few coin my Gryphons can get ye there faster than even the swiftest horse.

Welcome to SI:7 headquarters, adventurer.

I sell only the finest arcane gear, made by the crafters and mages here in the city of Stormwind.

Wind's greetings, friend. I've been authorized to offer fellow Skyborne quick passage to the city of Stormwind. Please feel free to utilize this portal at your leisure.

Windstones are a critical resource on Zephras Isle as they contain the raw, concentrated energy of the winds themselves. The wind elementals who used to live here on zephras with us vanished several centuries ago, and since then, the magic that sustains this island is slowly fading. Not without limitations, the windstones are still a reliable energy source, and are incredibly valuable to us. You'll find raw windstones scattered around the grove, think you can help me harvest them?

Well met, mage. I am Bolvar Fordragon, regent to the throne of Stormwind. A Kirin Tor messenger told me to expect to recieve members of the High Order, and here you stand. It's been some time since a high elf has stood in this throne room, but I am glad to accept you now as a guest. On behalf of the King, I welcome you to Stormwind and give you leave to travel freely through alliance lands. Welcome to Azeroth, Skyborne.

Well... I hate to admit it, but my sister's the one you'll have to talk to if you want to continue training. I don't know as much as she does... yet! She's standing over by the rocket car.

I am Belanaa Windveil and I am an agent of the High Order here on Azeroth. If you'd like to make a donation of cloth to our organization, we would be most grateful.

Where would you like to fly to?

Ah, you've made it. Wonderful. It's going to take us some time to get ourselves established here, so you may want to take some time to explore the city. Be warned however, try not to venture too far from the safety of the city proper. As idyllic as this new land appears, it can be extremely dangerous to wander outside of Dalaran without appropriate preparation and experience.

These great beasts know paths that ye can't find on foot, they'll get ye there fast and maybe show ye something new at the same time.

You'll need to prove your worthiness before I go giving away my secrets! I've got just the test for you...

The High Order are currently accepting donations for wool cloth. A donation of sixty pieces of wool cloth will net you full recognition by the High Order for your generous actions. Sixty pieces of wool should prove to be a sufficient amount for the High Order's needs for now. If you have the sixty pieces of wool cloth on you and are ready to donate them, I'm able to take them from you now.

Ah, so you have. You are most welcome in Ironforge, mage. This city is the seat of the Bronzebeard Clan. We are an ancient and proud people and our craftsmen are second to none. You'll find no finer creations of metal or stonework than dwarven-make. We are also amongst boldest of explorers on Azeroth. If you have a taste for adventure, you will be in good company amongst our people. Thank you for speaking with me, adventurer. Go now with the blessings of the Bronzebeard Clan. I wish you and your people well.

Thank you for your service to Zephras, young hero. The vuldren are typically quite docile, but the animals that call Zephras home can sense when the magic on the winds is out of balance, which can lead to dangerous and unpredictable behavior if left unchecked.

Hello, hero.

Finally, you are of age, adventurer... of age to battle in the name of the Horde. To conquer for the glory of the Warchief. Yes... Kaltunk looks you over. You will do nicely. No doubt you wish to find a great dragon or demon and strangle it with your bare hands, but perhaps it would be wise to start on something less... dangerous. Kaltunk laughs. Report to Gornek, he should be able to assign a task better suited to a young hero. You will find Gornek in the Den, to the west.

What may I do for you, fellow windshaper?

<The gaze of the ranger standing before you is fixed on the enormous anchor pylon in the distance.>

If we are to make these new lands ours then we must have places to rest our battle weary bodies. Lay your axe by the fire and share the stories of your mighty battles.

How many times do I need to tell Myriaal not to encourage others to make reckless usage of our skyborne gifts! That being said, I suppose that a little bit of practice in the relative safety of the village is... acceptable. In the future I'd simply suggest you to use your ability judiciously. You do not want to exhaust your magic thoughtlessly and then not be able to use it when you truly need it.

Judging by the amount of bug entrails covering you, this must be quite the infestation.

Why are you looking at me like that. Do you expect me to shoot bolts of lightning at you, or threaten you with the wrath of the Windlord? Its fair enough if you do. However, not all of us are quite so... zealous.

Thank you for taking a moment to share this with me. I will continue to watch over the grove, and ponder on the state of our homeland.

I can train you in First Aid techniques.

It can get boring up here, you know. I can only annoy that stuffy wretch Halaan so much before even that gets old.

Not much story to tell. I lived in Falaath Village and when the cult moved in, I saw the winds turning. I shaved my head, donned the grey robes, and said the words they wanted to hear. Now I'm just trying to survive. Mostly I keep my head down and ply my trade for that crackpot, Lorthuna.

Gale's greetings, adventurer. I am honored to bestow your coming of age relic today as you are recognized for the potential you bring to the shen'dorei. Our people have faced great hardship and persecution in our complex history. Today you are given this relic which is one of many held by those before you. Someday when your ashes are scattered to the winds it will pass to another to continue our tradition. As you take this relic with you know that the winds of home will be with you wherever you travel.

Tailor, by trade. Here stranger, I'll tell you what. Bring me any spare windstones you come across and I'll share my wares with you. I've got quite the stockpile of Al'Aketh garments here. Say what you will about the insanity of the cult, you've got to admit, they have some sense of style. Or rather, I do, considering I designed most of their attire.

Greetings, traveler.

Throm'ka, hero. Gorak told me I should be expecting you. It is good to see you in one piece! Were you able to collect the training weapons I requested?

The Valley of Trials will temper even the weakest into a warrior worthy to join the Horde. Those who cannot rise to its tests will be left to bake in the scorching desert sun.

Thank you for returning these weapons, adventurer. I will get to work repairing them for the next wave of recruits.

Welcome to Bonegrip's Runes and Dooms, hero. You may look, but do not touch. Some of the knowledge here is not meant for the...uninitiated.

I am told the farms of Westfall once supplied a bounty of crops for Stormwind. But now, the soil is barren and most of the farmers have fled. On behalf of Darnassus I would like to offer my aid in replenishing this land. Will you assist me?

I hope the murlocs did not give you too much trouble?

Have you brought something to add to our collection?

Did you collect the samples?

Hurry, my friend, move with haste In order for our rich lager to taste More like beer and less like stew, Hops are needed to make the brew.

Hurry, my friend, move with haste In order for our rich lager to taste More like beer and less like stew, Hops are needed to make the brew.

Have you brought something to add to our collection?

Shhh! You'll give away my hiding spot!