After Xal'atath's initial attack on the Sunwell, a hidden cache of armor and weapons was discovered in the wreckage. We believe some of these may have been stashed here since the Legion's takeover of the Sunwell Plateau. It took us a bit to catalogue and check for any unsafe anomalies that may have formed during the years they were hidden, but we've managed to sort through them all. With more volunteers joining the Ranger Captain's strike force, we're going to need all the weapons and armor we can get.

<Maren glances at Mayven before looking back at you with a smile.> Yes. Twin sister, in fact. We both shared a common fondness for magic, which led us to pursue further studies within the Magister's Terrace. I went down one path... and she went down another. It's been a few years since our fallout, but I'm grateful she's back. She's may be a bit... cold sometimes but she's harmless. Well, mostly. <Maren scrunches her nose as if doubting her own words.>

This is such an interesting find!

A small group of us have been studying some relics from the recent assault on the city. The items appear to have been infused with latent void magic, which I believe has greatly increased their potential. The items' physical properties have also been altered, giving them all a striking look! Interesting, isn't it? Once we are sure they pose no threat to our own, we can start outfitting our troops with them and use this power against our enemies!

Oh don't tell me you're also here to side with Lady Darkglen, Priest ?

On her approach to... everything! Studying historical sites, investigating strange magic, and even preserving relics of power! 'Lady' Darkglen isn't so much keen to preserve our history as she is to understand the darkness that threatens it. Even if that means taking a more destructive approach.

Of course we should but at what cost? There must be a way to both preserve what is ours and defeat the enemies at our doorstep. We can do both, despite what Lady Darkglen thinks. Her obsession with dark powers has shattered her once-delicate approach to such things.

Greetings, human.

Young... I was the oldest Explorer-In-Training at the basecamp! Plus I had been starting to work with Rae'ana studying artifacts. She agreed to take me on as an apprentice. I have never been to a city like Silvermoon. It is so grand! We got to visit Valdrakken once, but there are so many more people here.

The threats that lay siege to Eversong and Zul'Aman's borders are relentless, adventurer, but we are no strangers to dealing with these attacks. Be it forces of the Void, marauding ethereals, or the Twilight's Blade, we will be ready.

<Mayven closes her eyes as she slowly exhales before looking at you.> Yes, she is. If you're that curious about my familial relations, please feel free to ask her all about it. While you do that, I've got work that requires my attention. These dark particles aren't going to study themselves.

<Mayven narrows her eyes at you for a moment before she gestures to the void magic circling around her hand.> Since you're so curious... I'm studying the dark particles left behind by these new threats. Why you may ask? Most types of magic leave behind a faint residue that can be used to determine the type of magic or in some cases, the reagents and fuel source used to power the spell. In this case, we are trying to unravel these particles to learn more about these threats and maybe find a way to counter their next move.

The forces of the Void and the Hal'hadar are relentless in their onslaught. We must remain vigilant and ready.

As you can no doubt tell, I am somewhat preoccupied with my research. Unless your question pertains to my work, please direct all matters to my sister, Maren.

These machines are fantastic! How could they operate with no anomalies or chance of failure? Oh, excuse me. Did you need something?

How many times must I repeat myself... De factions attacking your perfect elf allies are also attacking us in Zul'Aman. A few of you have proven worthy fighters and honorable enough we hope to work together to combat de new threats. Does dat satisfy your inquiry?

The Ranger Captain acknowledges that my experience in relic study will be invaluable against the host of threats in the days ahead. Before this, I was cataloging relics for the Dragonscale Expedition. When our camp heard of the attack on the Sunwell, I joined those who raced to return home to Silvermoon. I have not forgotten when the people of Quel'Thalas rallied to defend Suramar years ago. I will help in any way I can.

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

Our banner should be outside by the natural beauty of the goddess, not locked within a hut.

A part of the Reliquary? Me? I'm afraid not. I've always found their work to be rather fascinating--I've even contributed to Tae'thelan's lavish fundraisers that finance his expeditions. But sadly, the High Examiner has never granted me membership. I must have offended him at some point. <Lady Darkglen offers a coy smirk.> And yet, when the need arose for someone with an intrigue for both dark magic and history alike, none were as suited to the task as I was. He couldn't deny my credentials, so in turn he sent Andoren here to lecture me on... well, I've stopped listening to his prattle if I'm being honest.

Oh, hello there!

It is a great honor to represent Harandar in this grand city.

Do not waste my time, mage.

Ach, it's hard enough keeping order around here without all these new troubles popping up! I hope you have good news, adventurer...

Oh really? Fine. I don't want to join you and your Forsaken. Maybe I'll start my own Forsaken! Maybe I'll invent Forsaken with elbows!

I... died? Yes, you're right. I died. It was an orc... he cut off my hands, and left me to die. <Valdred looks down at his hands.> These aren't my hands! THESE AREN'T MY HANDS!

I can not train you. You need to talk to your class trainer.

Stand back, monster. You want to fight? Because I'll fight you. I'll fight any one of you creatures! Do you hear me?

Don't let the humans in the Bazaar fool ye lass, with the subway those gnomes built it's easier than ye might think to transport goods from Ironforge. If they try to tack on import fees just tell them yer gonna buy yer gear from me.

How is a locksmith supposed to make a living in a world with no locked doors?

What... what's going on? Who are you? What happened to me?

Get away from me, you abomination!

Get away from me, you monster! Don't look at me! I'm hideous!

<Valdred looks back down at his hands.> I suppose this is my fate then. Hah! Part of an undead army. Somehow I never considered that I might end up fighting for the Forsaken. <He looks back up at you.> What do I do now?

The undead are a taint upon Azeroth! Every one of you creatures deserves to be destroyed!

Hello, friend. Did you also get turned out of your home by the return of the "masters"?

Welcome to Valdrakken, dracthyr!

Welcome to The Ruby Feast! Chef Morsel and I, the most stunning culinary duo in all the Isles, have prepared and laid out a most various array of flavorful delights! Dig in, dance, and enjoy the festivities!

Who maintained these isles over the eons? We did! And what do we get for it? Nothing!

I go where da food be.

Are you lost, dracthyr?

Welcome, fellow traveler. I am Chef Sungshin Ironpaw, Guide to the Ways and administrant to the Halfhill Market. A curious letter made it's way to me in the Valley of the Four Winds, written by Chef Morsel. He informed me that these Isles had opened and that he and his partner would be hosting a garden party of sorts. They would use it as an opportunity to showcase the rare ingredients of the Dragon Isles, as well as the wide variety of cuisines Azeroth has to offer. I simply couldn't refuse a request to exhibit the wonders of our great Pandaria! Please feel free to try my own offerings. We Pandaren are always on the move, so we've found food that travels with you is always the most satisfying.

The ingredients I've got are... suspicious at best. Eh, with your help I'm sure it'll be at least edible.

To the south lays Gnarldor Isle, where some burly giants seem to have taken home. They're none too friendly and we give them a wide berth. To the west are the crypts and temples where the snakes emerged from. My crew is a superstitious sort and don't like messing with graves, so we thought to leave the quiet lands alone. We didn't expect venom to spew from the mountains and flying snakes with two heads! You'd best be getting on with your soldiers. I could use your help around here later, but for now it seems we have an outpost to fortify. You're a ray of hope, adventurer.

'Twas a cursed land, even before the snakes emerged. Many a crewmate found themselves attacked by the souls of the dead that wander here, and we've found a number of other Zandalari ships that met the fate of ours. To the north, we've made allies with a hermit by the name of Ofi, an Amani exile. She prefers to keep to herself, but is the only friendly face we've seen. To the east, the island turns to muck and mud, and a combination of murlocs and spirits make their home there. The murlocs have a crazed glint in their eyes... a curse that spread to some of my crewmates as well. As for the spirits, some of them seem friendly enough while others attack you on sight. We've generally found it best to avoid the dead.

We'd been sailing Torga's Beak, a gift given to us by the Zandalari, when out of nowhere a great white serpent broke our hull. My crew acted quickly, and took us to shore before we took on too much water. Would have been better to let the ship sink and swim back to Zul'Aman, but little did we know the trap we had put ourselves in. After establishing ourselves on the island, we built small dinghies to escape--only to find the fogs constantly turning us back to shore. We've spent the last few years making this place a home. We had begun to acclimate, until just a day ago when the foul serpents poured forth from the mountainside. My crew scattered across this cursed island. What cruel winds, for the fog to lift only now.

It be good to see some fresh faces around here. My crew and I have been stranded for over seven years, and we were beginning to believe we'd have to rebuild society from scratch!

All that's left here is me and de captain. De curse I cast keeps us from movin' on.

Train a dog, I said. How hard could it be, I said. I need to stop talking.

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in alchemy?