The Shrine of Remulos is a sacred place for us in the Cenarion Circle here in Moonglade... so please conduct yourself in a manner befitting a visitor. A visitor who doesn't want my scimitar buried in them, that is.

Excellent. You have shown you understand the true nature of the cat, and are able to embody the cunning, stealth, and ferocity needed to take my shape. I now deem you worthy of my blessing, young druid.

Ah, you have returned. I do hope you have brought the relics with you?

So, you wish to embrace the way of the claw, child? Very well. Let us speak.

How may I aid you?

Dendrite makes another invisible gesture in the air above him as you approach. Another aura of power comes over him, and he smiles ever so slightly. I sense the cunning and ferocity of the cat within you that was not present when I sent you to meet the Great Cat Spirit. In your eyes I can sense you now understand the stealth and speed needed to adopt this nature. Now you may learn to focus your cunning and adopt the true nature of the cat and call upon its spirit.

The agony I feel over her loss is immeasurable, but it is what is necessary for the balance. You have demonstrated a resolve to persevere, even when a terrible price is asked. You have done well, druid. I shall grant you the blessing to take on the shape of my kin. Be a beacon for those that lack the strength to persevere and a defender of those in need. Go now, and embrace the way of the claw, child.

Interesting, interesting... I know of a druid that lives atop the hill above the Wailing Caverns, adventurer. She might be able to tell you more about this shard you have found. Now, I must get back to work!

Where would you like to fly to?

Director Riddlevox put me in charge of the Union's shredder development program. Few months on the job and I'm already in hot water! I could use your help, adventurer!

Greetings, young shen'dorei. I have come to you because I sense you are ready to undertake the trial to determine if you understand my spiritual nature or not. I will have you take the trial of the Great Cat Spirit of Azeroth, but as you are from Zephras, I wished to oversee your progress myself. After all, it is my shape you would take, not that of a Azerothian cat spirit. Let us begin.

Riaani seems to be intently focused on his work on the wind construct.

Wait--what?! Belathaan... is dead? Ayessa listens as you give your account of what occurred. The High Order was meeting with the Al'Aketh to discuss peace? There is no peace with the cult, they are murderous zealots. What was Elaadrin thinking sending Belathaan to treat with them alone? Pay this no mind, adventurer. You are not at fault for this. The arrogance of the High Order is to blame, yet again. You were merely in the right place at the wrong time.

E borne hir ash nuff garde re ruff vassild lon thorniss, far E regen E majis barad ras aetwinter lo ruftos ergin.

Shadowgale Forest is a dangerous place. Some even say its haunted. I'm quite sure that I don't believe that, but I do know that its not for the faint hearted, or the unprepared.

Oh, hello. Ayessa sent you to assist me? Very well then. Not sure what an obvious novice like yourself can do, but if you give me a moment to pull my head out of this construct's innards I might have a few ideas of things you can do to help.

Valennia's expression darkens as she reads the letter. Aonda trusted you to deliver this and she speaks highly enough of you in this letter, so I'll try to trust you too. Before we speak further, I need to consult with the few peacekeepers we have left here and formulate a plan in case the cult strikes here next. Enjoy your stay in Valanaar for now. If you are looking to keep yourself busy, there are plenty of townsfolk that can likely use the help of a strong young adventurer like yourself.

Elder Amberwind sent me a message about you and your exploits in Shen'dar Village. You are most welcome here, friend. You have a strong aura, and you clearly have a resonance with the spirits. Fewer and fewer of us have the skysight of late, and Zephras needs those with the gift if we are to survive these trying times. I am glad you have found your way to me. I look forward to further making your acquaintance.

I can't imagine why anyone would want to steal these components from this construct. Other than the gyrozephyr these components have almost no practical application. Even the gyro would be nigh-useless outside of its intended purpose.

Thank you for scavenging these materials. I imagine that some of this wasn't terribly easy to get. With these parts I can get the construct up and running again. From there we can just hope that its memory is intact and it can tell us who took its components.

A letter from Aonda. What's that crafty highlander been up to?

You seem eager to lend aid immediately. Come, let's speak further on the current situation.

Re, y ealdor Regenthor. Hir ras novaedi re uden va y vandar thorniss? Melka E gol ruff ras y garde va vil?

Hmm, what an odd question? Not much, I suppose. My mother used to use it as a powder for babies to prevent diaper rash, but past that, I don't know of any other good use for it. Why do you ask?

Greetings, friend! I have an ample supply of leather and hides, and I know a few techniques I might be willing to share. Interested in doing business?

Riaani's face is buried under the heaving armor plates of the construct, attempting to work on the mechanisms underneath. He does not notice your presence at all. Storms curse where is the core?! Who thought it would be a good idea to remove the Gyrozephyr as well? It's a miracle this construct's winds haven't dissipated entirely by now!

Greetings, I am Ayessa Dawnsinger, the current Grand Skyseer of the Windshapers. What may I do for you?

Handling these essences fills me with a sense of... deep disquiet. I can almost feel a malevolent, regretful aura emanating from them. It's enough to make me faint. Endaria shudders slightly. I do not look forward to studying these further.

The paramount concern of the Windshapers is to better understand why the spirits left us, and what we may be able to do to bring them back. One curious fixture of Shadowgale Forest to the north is the presence of a curious form of wind sprite that some call "hollows". We know little of them and why they are there, but we do know that they first started to appear after the spirits of the wind left us. I need you to go there and disperse them. Gather the remains and bring them back here.

Lok-tar, hero. I am Thrall, Warchief of the Horde. An Earthen Ring messenger told me to expect members of the Windshapers, and here you are. I'd not have expected to see a high elf standing before me here in Orgrimmar, but the horde will welcome you as our guest all the same. You have my blessing to travel through horde lands. Go with honor, Windshaper.

Hmm, I see. Very well then, hero. The Windshapers will provide aid. Please inform Valennia that she can count on us for this fight.

Can Zamja help you, traveler?

Hmm, I see. Very well then, hero. The High Order will assist the Peacekeepers. Please inform Valennia that she can count on us for this fight. Elaadrin lowers his voice dangerously. Do not mistake our willing cooperation for any sort of clemency. You owe the High Order blood, and we always collect on our debts.

I came to the Crossroads from the south seeking help, hero, but I find only cowards who turn their backs on me--even the mighty Thork insults me so. He is a good leader, but his dismissal of my plea causes me greater anger. He claims my rage makes me hasty--that it clouds my judgement--but I will not rest until I have vengeance!

Where can I send you today hero?

The times we live in are as fickle as the shifting winds, hero. It is important to remember what is true and lasting in this world, and to preserve that. Everything else is a waste.

More adventurers from Zephras, I see. Wonderful. The winds surely favor us! It's going to take us some time to get ourselves established here, so you may want to take some time to explore this new land. Azeroth is an exciting new world, but it's also a dangerous world. You'd do well to prepare yourself for this new adventure by familiarizing yourself with the lands nearby.

Ayessa looks shaken and distant as you hand her the windstone charms. Don't mind me, adventurer. Today has merely been... a trying day. Thank you for your service to the windshapers thus far.

Very interesting, so it was the High Order that was responsible for the construct breaking down? I know Belathaan. He's Valennia Stormfist's cousin and his mother was actually a Windshaper. It's disappointing that he was involved in this. I need to reflect on this for a moment.

I sent a few of our healers to ensure that Valennia and her remaining forces made it back in one piece. She should be resting in the High Elder's residence now. Muln has already departed back to Azeroth, but he and I spoke of what is next for the Windshapers and our mission to Azeroth. Unfortunately, the island is more vulnerable than ever now and we need a plan to protect Zephras from what is to come.

Talaanis Shadowsong listens intently as you tell him of what transpired above the Shrine of Akir, and of Ayessa's plan to leave Zephras Isle. I need to reflect on this further, but looking at the upside, we have rid ourselves of Lorthuna and deprived the cult of their leader. Our home has not been invaded yet and on the timeline of elemental gods, it could be years... decades even, before Al'Akir deigns to turn his attention to us. There is much to fear now, but much to celebrate as well.

The Windshapers are currently accepting donations for wool cloth. A donation of sixty pieces of wool cloth will net you full recognition by the Windshapers for your generosity. 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.

So now you see? There is a world of knowledge and untapped potential outside of Skywall. This will never stop being our home, but I've come to believe that the path to our salvation lies below. We must travel to Azeroth and gain the power and means to save Zephras Isle. This is the way. Will you have the courage to join us when the time comes?

The great cat calls to you, adventurer.

I'm pleased to hear that we have High Elder Shadowsong's blessing for our expedition. Now that the cult has been defeated and preparations have been made, I think it's finally time. Muln has worked diligently to help us get stable skycutter transport going between Zephras Isle and a place called Mulgore, where the Earthen Ring make their home. We've been doing test voyages and some of our people are already waiting on the other side.

Many are the paths of the Earth Mother. Wherever you decide to travel, may she watch over you.

The Warchief has instructed me to study all kinds of weapons and armor. He has sent me here to the hub of both the tauren and orc cultures in the Barrens to meet as many travelers as possible, and to learn about the cultures of the Barrens. He feels there's something to be learned from even the most pathetic of cultures... like the quilboar or centaur.

Nazgrel grunts as he sizes you up. High Elves, here in Orgrimmar. I'd never bet on such a thing happening in my lifetime, but at this point nothing is surprising to me. Yes, the Warchief instructed me to draft up instructions for you. Take this letter and follow the instructions within. Conduct yourself with honor and show due deference when you meet with our leaders, elf. Once you've finished your journey, return to the Warchief.

Lorthuna is performing some sort of ritual up there. She may be trying to bring down the wards! The help we sent for has not yet arrived, but we'll just have to manage with what we have. When you are ready, let me know and we'll go confront her.

The body is that of a female orc warrior. It is clear that she died in battle, probably against the quilboar in the area.