Theory and practice are two sides of a coin, adventurer. Remember this.

We at Sen'jin Village are not without our own troubles, and we thank you for your aid. But the news you bring regarding the Burning Blade could be trouble for everyone. There is an orc stationed at Razor Hill, Orgnil Soulscar, who polices Durotar from evils such as the Burning Blade! Go to Orgnil and tell him of our plight, as well as your news from the Valley of Trials. He will want to know these things. Razor Hill lies to the north.

The witchdoctor Zalazane dwells on the Echo Isles to the east. They are the isles we once called home. From there he sends his trolls to the mainland, to hex our people and drag more of them under his sway. He must be stopped. Defeat Zalazane and his minions -- former Darkspear trolls, now lost to us. Bring me his head and I will know his reign of evil is over.

When we arrived, the Razormane quilboars possessed much of the land, and proved a thorn in our sides. Through our efforts we have driven out the largest part of their numbers, but still they remain well-fortified in some areas. It has gone on long enough, however. For our own protection, we cannot allow the Razormane any hold in our lands. Their camps can be found to the west of here. Look for the brambles and you will find them. Today we drive them from Durotar, tomorrow, perhaps from all of Kalimdor.

Hello, traveler! I hope you are enjoying your visit to our village. I like Dolanaar because it is small and rustic and everyone is friendly. I'm a local trader, and I bring in all sorts of tools and trinkets that might be useful to you in your travels. Indeed, if you are interested in a trade, I find myself in need of some nightsaber pelts. While these majestic creatures are beautiful, the local ones are rather aggressive, so don't feel too bad about defending yourself.

Hello there! I've got the finest leathers this side of Stormwind. Interested?

Since the fall of Dalaran and the destruction of Quel'Thalas, wares of this sort have been hard to come by. But Lucan Cordell and some of our other Tradesman have been doing a fine job of filling our orders with quality merchandise.

Speak quietly and with great care, the wrong word in these parts could get your throat cut. Now, what is it you need from me?

Yes? You have something to report? Well then, let's have it!

Heh, so old Verner needs some shoes, does he!?!

You retrieved it! Well done! Your efforts within the Burning Blade Coven are key in rooting out this cult in the Valley of Trials. But I fear they have further aims in our land. We have not seen the end of them.

What is your curiosity looking for?

I sell only the best gear, tested and true. And the prices are set, so if you want to haggle then go find a Goblin.

What are you looking for?

Is your task complete, adventurer? Do you have the Burning Blade Medallion?

Greetings mage. Shall I provide you with further insight into the world of magic?

I sell only the best gear, tested and true. And the prices are set, so if you want to haggle then go find a Goblin.

Since the fall of Dalaran and the destruction of Quel'Thalas, wares of this sort have been hard to come by. But Lucan Cordell and some of our other Tradesman have been doing a fine job of filling our orders with quality merchandise.

Have you entered the Burning Blade Coven, adventurer? Did you find my pick?

Look at what has happened to this place! These lands were once occupied by good farm folk. But the damned thieves have driven them all off. Not me, though! But it seems some Harvest Watchers have taken over the fields. If you're up for the work, I'd like you to go out and kill twenty of them. Come back when you're done for your pay. If you finish up with the ones in my field, clear them from the neighboring fields as well.

Welcome to our home, adventurer. Radnaal and I have little to offer, but you are welcome to what hospitality we can provide.

That's it - the bomb's ready to go! Careful with that detonator, now.

For me? You're a true hero, adventurer!

Well done, adventurer. With valiant adventurers such as yourself fighting alongside The People's Militia, Westfall just might return to the prosperous breadbasket it once was. Please accept this in recognition of your tireless efforts.

Your worth to The People's Militia has been validated by your brave acts thus far.

Just browsing my wares or is there something specific I can help you find today?

You need something destroyed? Would this have anything to do with your activities in Moonbrook? Don't look surprised. SI:7 stays apprised of all that goes on in Stormwind's lands. If you're planning to set off an explosion in the caves below Westfall, you'll want to be well outside beforehand. Take this remote detonator - it's a recent prototype from our own engineers. Oh - and it would be best if you didn't mention my involvement to your elf friend.

I assume you want a "controlled" explosion? Not as much fun, but a good choice if you want to keep all your limbs. I'm afraid I don't have a remote detonator - why don't you go check with the sneaky folks down at Stormwind Intelligence? They should be able to find us something.

Nice work, skyborne. Please accept one of these items as payment for all your hard work.

Although my eyes fail me, I still can see clearly enough. More often I must rely on my alchemical skills to aid me in magics that once came easily. But I refuse to take on an apprentice--no troll or orc worthy enough has ever come forward. Are you worthy? Yes, of course you are... of course you think you are. I need a few things. Will you get them for me? I need intact makrura eyes, and vials of crawler mucus. You can find them on any makrura or crawler in Durotar. We shall speak again soon.

I need some underbelly scales from black dragon whelps to pay for the shoes Argus sent me from Goldshire. If you can get 6 of them for me, then I can pay Argus with some... and have enough left to fashion something for you. Black dragon whelps are often flying around south of Lakeshire, but they like to wander. You might have to just keep an eye out and hunt them when you see them.

Hmm... Looking for something specific, are you?

My, my. How I do love surprises, adventurer. This specimen will surely help further my studies.

Something need doing?

Show me those explosives, adventurer!

Good Messenger, you have served your master well.

So, Stoutmantle sent you? Well, I owe him.

These are trying times, mage. The township is under constant siege. Without reinforcements, we will certainly face defeat. The message I now entrust to you is of utmost importance. Get this report to General Marcus Jonathan of Stormwind immediately. Once your delivery is made, return to me at once with any news, be it good or bad. Now make haste!

At ease, mage. Magistrate Solomon is a noble leader. His words carry great weight with me. I shall seek the counsel of the King and make the situation clear to him. Assure the good judge that he has the Stormwind Army's support. Reinforcements will be sent as soon as word is given from His Majesty.

The pack has the name "Ukor" crudely stitched along the flap.

I find myself in quite a pinch here, adventurer. The bottles are close to running dry. The latest booze shipment is long overdue. The orc invasion has been hell. Perhaps you can go to work for me? I need you to pick up a keg of Thunderbrew Lager from Grimbooze Thunderbrew in the Westfall hills, a cask of Merlot from Stormwind, a bottle of Moonshine from Darkshire and a skin of Sweet Rum from Goldshire. Bring those back to me and I will see to it you are rewarded.

There's a dwarven weaponsmith in Stormwind, Grimand Elmore, who sent word that he needs help with a delivery. I believe he wants a package sent to his homeland in the north. You have a sturdy pair on you! So if you're interested in some legwork then speak with Grimand. We could use you down here, but we must also keep our ties strong with the dwarves. You can find Grimand Elmore at the weapon shop in the Dwarven District of Stormwind, in the northeast section of town.

What have you there?

Thank you for your time, mage. For your service to Lakeshire and Stormwind I reward you with these coins. Now if you'll excuse me, I find this correspondence somewhat of a mystery. Something is amiss in our Kingdom. I fear this is the beginning of conflict, not the end.

While I wait for a response from the King I want you to carry this letter to Magistrate Solomon. Dismissed, mage!

Did the General send news? Are reinforcements on the way?

My pack! When I dropped it to run from that huge spider, I thought I'd never see it again. You really are a hero!

As if the attacking orcs weren't enough! Now I have gnoll brutes and mystics prowling along the ridge north of my stable, taking my horses when they stray... If you can get rid of those gnolls, my horses and I would be very grateful.

I could really use a hand here, adventurer. With the town under siege, it's been hard to get supplies. My tools were being delivered from Goldshire by wagon but the bridge was blown out. We put the tools in a boat but the orcs hit it with a catapult. Just my luck, my toolbox sank right to the bottom of the lake. Retrieve my toolbox, adventurer, and I'll make it worth your while.

Industrial sabotage? You've got my attention! We'll start with some dynamite...