What brings you all the way out here?

Good trade follows trust.

My khan is deaf, communicating mainly through a sign language that is shared amongst the centaur. I am but her voice, interpreting for her. While most members of our clan can speak with her without my aid, there are still many who cannot. My role is to enable communication between her and others. It is the highest honor. My words are hers. Except these ones. Please direct your attention back to her.

The original hundred magi, who were tutored in the ways of magic by the elves, expanded their powers and studied the mystic disciplines of spell-weaving in much greater detail. These magi, initially chosen for their strong wills and noble spirits, had always practiced their magic with care and responsibility; however, they passed their secrets and powers onto a newer generation that had no concept of the rigors of war or the necessity for self-restraint.

The Vindicaar awaits its next voyage. As do I.

As the wind on the plains, you are always welcome here.

Hi, I wrote a poem for my friend Caylee. She likes to hang out with the Aldor in Shattrath City. You know, in Outland? Could you take my poem to her? My mommy says I'm too young to go to Shattrath City!

While the situation here is dire, other parts of the region are literally quaking from the great upheaval. I have here a report from Watch Captain Parker of Redridge Mountains, one of our territories east of Elwynn Forest. He is asking for a hero to come to their aid. We are spread so thin here that I don't know how we can afford to send anymore military. Would you check on Parker and see what he needs? You will find Watch Captain Parker atop the tower at Three Corners.

Westfall has fallen to hard times, friend. With the threat of the Defias extinguished, the region has become a haven for the homeless and downtrodden. The crime rate of the area has skyrocketed as people fight for shelter and food. Now I hear tale of murder! If you are interested in helping the people of the Alliance, Westfall would be a great place to start. Report to Lieutenant Horatio Laine at the Jansen Stead. You'll find Westfall directly west of Elwynn Forest.

Druid, the Barrens used to be one of the most beautiful places in all of Kalimdor. It teemed with life and promise. Now, as you can see, that is no longer true. It is a land of great torment and strife. The Disciples of Naralex seek to cleanse the Wailing Caverns and bring them back to their former beauty. Speak with Nalpak just inside the Wailing Caverns to help.

Welcome to the joint venture of the T&W and Zen'shiri Trading Post!

Don't waste my time.

I...<sob>... I can't leave...<gulp>... without... Squiggy...! He... he's... trapped! You need... to put out... the fire! <Ariaana points across the room and bursts into tears.>

I don't train your kind druid.

I don't train your kind, druid. Find your own trainer before you anger me.

My friend Nida lost her necklace, and we can't find it. We've been fishing all day right here, and we looked around here already. The only thing I can think of is that it fell into the lake. Our parents don't want us to swim in the lake... my mom says there's some mean things underwater, but you look like you aren't scared of mean things. Could you find it for her, please?

More of our citizens go missing every day. We think the gnolls are responsible, but we have no idea where they are taking them! If you are to help us defeat the gnolls and find our people, you must be properly equipped. Unfortunately, we are all out of gnomecorders. Without a gnomecorder, there is no way for us to communicate with you when you are in the field. Our last good gnomecorder was stolen by marauding murlocs last week. You will have to go to Lake Everstill, east of here, and recover it!

Headed out to Lake Everstill? You'll be happy to know that we currently have a bounty on murlocs. Kill as many as you can and be rewarded! Any murloc will do. All you need to do is kill indiscriminately. You'll find Lake Everstill directly east of Lakeshire. It's the lake. Has water in it... Any of this ring a bell?

Great work adventurer. I knew you weren't useless. Here, take one of these. We deathguards have piles of these things just sitting around.

If you're going to be an asset to the Forsaken, you need to learn how to fight. And there's no better target than the Scourge minions that continue to pester us. The wretched ghouls and Rattlecage skeletons that roam the north and to the east are former troopers of the fallen Scourge. They should prove to be an even match for a fledgling mage like you. Do not tarry - when you are done, speak to me again.

Another Alliance recruit, eh? I'm Marshal McBride, commander of this garrison. We don't see many of your kind here, draenei, but we could sure use the help. You've arrived just in time. The Blackrock orcs have managed to sneak into Northshire through a break in the mountain. My soldiers are doing the best that they can to push them back, but I fear they will be overwhelmed soon. Head northwest into the forest and kill the attacking Blackrock worgs! Help my soldiers!

What have we here? One of the famed Lightforged draenei! Welcome, welcome. Thank you for your service against the Legion, adventurer. Truly an inspiration!

Welcome to Stormwind, draenei. I invite you to explore our fair city. Say, you look like the devout sort. We have a lovely cathedral that will no doubt be of interest! Ah, but that can wait, a bronze dragon has asked to talk to you. She is sitting under the nearby tree, on an hourglass of all things! After that, an emissary of the Lightforged is waiting to welcome you to the city. Sounds like a busy day for you! Have a pleasant stay, adventurer!

I've got a real problem on my hands. I have a deadline looming for an order of lumber, and I'm running out of time. The wolves and bears north of here have chased my workers away from the bundles of wood that they've already chopped. I've already talked to Deputy Rainer about clearing the animals, but I need someone to go collect the wood for me. If you could collect eight bundles of wood for me I might just make my deadline.

Tinkmaster Overspark requests your assistance on an important research expedition. Working with the esteemed Tinkmaster will certainly be of benefit to your career. It's done wonders for mine!

The time has come, paladin. Highlord Bolvar Fordragon requests your presence atop Icecrown Citadel. Meet me in Stormwind, and I will take you to him. I would not keep him waiting.

I think my necklace fell in the lake. My daddy got it for me, and he's gonna be mad now.

You seem like the type that just wants a fight. If you're interested, the Horde needs more troops.

Prophet Velen has roused from meditation and he requests your immediate presence. A matter of great import has come to his attention. He would value both your wisdom and strength in addressing it. The Prophet awaits you aboard the Vindicaar. Take this crystal. Our artificers have attuned it to the ship's teleportation matrix.

If you wish to serve my beloved horde, you'll have to prove your strength to me, pup. You can cut your teeth by hunting zhevra. They may not be the strongest of beasts in the Barrens, but stay clear of their kick or you'll regret it. Hunt the zhevra to the north and south, and collect their hooves. Bring them to me and perhaps we'll next send you against something tougher.

The oases of the Barrens hide a mystery. Life energy flows from their waters, invigorating the plants and beasts that drink it. Invigorating, and altering. There is a mushroom that grows near the Forgotten Pools to the northwest. Its spores hold properties that we, the apothecaries of Lordaeron, find useful. Bring me these spores and you will earn our gratitude.

If you want to really demonstrate your bravery to me, let me send you after something that really bites. The savannah huntresses of the Barrens are as sly as they come. Tough, resourceful, quick... and deadly. They've been hassling our scouts recently around the outskirts of the town, especially to the northeast. Be wary as you hunt them, adventurer, or you may find yourself no longer the predator, but instead the prey.

The thugs in Elwynn wear linen which I can use to make fine linen goods. Bring me linen scraps and I'll use them to fashion something for you. You'll find those lawless criminals in pockets across Elwynn Forest.

Arbor Glen is in trouble. We had better go see if we can help.

The researchers here at Arkaat Outpost have been gathering pieces of our ancestors' original wreckage.

Please, sit and make yourself comfortable.

Greetings.

Nozdormu, the Timeless, placed an enchantment upon the World Tree to ensure that as long as the colossal tree stood, the night elves would never age or fall prey to sickness or disease.

Always carry with you what it means to be pledged to the Light.

You have our gratitude, priest. Silvermoon stands stronger thanks to your skills.

Welcome back, priest. If you're still interested in working with the Artisan's Consortium, we would value your aid. We need highly skilled artisans to craft supplies for the war effort. If your work meets Silvermoon's high standards of quality, please fill any public crafting orders you find on the board. You can also fill orders for yourself, your guildmates, or private patrons. Bring back proof of completed orders and I'll see that you're adequately compensated.

Our enemy's hold on Val may be strong, but it is not unbreakable. For every monstrosity we cut down, we deny them another soldier to use against our world. Venture out into the frozen landscape and lay waste to their strongholds. Show them no mercy, adventurer.

The devastating Second War against the orcish horde left the Alliance of Lordaeron in a state of shock and disarray. The bloodthirsty orcs, led by the mighty warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer, not only smashed their way through the dwarf-held lands of Khaz Modan, but had razed many of Lordaeron's central provinces as well. The unrelenting orcs even succeeded in ravaging the elves' remote kingdom of Quel'Thalas before their rampage was finally stopped.

The Alliance armies led by Sir Anduin Lothar, Uther the Lightbringer, and Admiral Daelin Proudmoore pushed the orcs south into the shattered land of Azeroth - the first kingdom to fall before the orcs' ruthless onslaught. The Alliance forces under Sir Lothar managed to push Doomhammer's clans out of Lordaeron and back into the orc-controlled lands of Azeroth. Lothar's forces surrounded the orcs' volcanic citadel of Blackrock Spire and laid siege to their defenses.

In a last-ditch effort, Doomhammer and his lieutenants staged a daring charge from the Spire and clashed with Lothar's paladins in the center of the Burning Steppes. Doomhammer and Lothar squared off in a titanic battle that left both mighty combatants battered and drained. Though Doomhammer narrowly succeeded in vanquishing Lothar, the great hero's death did not have the effect the warchief had hoped for.

Turalyon, Lothar's most trusted lieutenant, took up Lothar's bloodstained shield and rallied his grief-stricken brethren for a vicious counterattack. Under the ragged standards of both Lordaeron and Azeroth, Turalyon's troops slaughtered the bulk of Doomhammer's remaining forces in a glorious, but terrible rout.

<A faded and waterlogged journal written in ancient Zandalari script.> There are only snakes to eat on this accursed island. What little edible plants we find will not sate our hunger. We thought the Amani conquered these lands. But we must hunt. We must eat. And there are only snakes. If you find this journal, you must be trapped here as well. You might be Zandalari, or from our ships. Let me help you, my brothers and sisters. Let me teach you how to survive a day longer than the crew of the Golden Sunrise. Rule 1: The head will kill you, even in death. If you survive the hunt and kill the snake, beware the head. It will bite. Even when dead. Even when removed. It will lunge at you and pierce your flesh. It will inject you with its venom. Even removed from the body, it will bite. Bury it before you cook the body.

Rule 2: Beware the sacs. Cut off not just the head--cut off the neck. Where is the neck on a snake? Choose to risk hunger rather than risk eating a venom sac. Eat from the tail up until you learn where the lowest sac is on the body. You will discover where this line is when your friend gives in to their hunger and dies.

Rule 3: Burn your meat. Cooking your meal is good. Burning your meal is better. Fire will purge what venom has seeped into the flesh. Be patient. Let the snake char. It won't taste good, but you will survive the meal.

Rule 4: The venom will get you. You will not survive. But hungry castaways die faster. That may be for the best. Reflect on how you want to go. The venom is not peaceful, but it is quick.