Speaker Kuldas at your service! The Machines talk to us all, but I make 'em sing. If something breaks, Kuldas will fix it. There's no gear too large nor cog too small that I can't restore it to working order. It's a shame there's only one of me! That being said, I'm quite busy these days.

If you need it, we found it.

You won't find a better brew in Azeroth.

We Thunderbrews take pride knowing that we are the best brewhouse in all the realms.

Whoah! You really want buy from us?

Hey there! Just because I can race rams better than anyone else, doesn't mean I won't pitch in and help out the brewers. You can join me if you like. But wait, there's more! Helping out with Brewfest means you get a chance to ride some of the fastest rams in the realms!

Hey there, good looking! What can I do to help you out?

Welcome to the Bank of Silvermoon, sir. Would you care to access the depository?

Thank you for choosing the Bank of Silvermoon. What may I do for you today?

Welcome to the Bank of Silvermoon, sir. Would you care to access the depository?

How can I help you, warrior?

I heard that Lord Saltheril holds you in high esteem. His favor is quite coveted among circles like these. If you could extend some of his grace to the Magisters, I believe we could come to a mutually beneficial agreement.

Careful where you step... tiny talons are about! What brings you to the roost?

Are ye enjoyin' the festival?

How would you like to help?

I'll be working with the Reliquary as they venture deeper into hostile territory. Was there something you need?

Naleidea Rivergleam stares at her notes, lost in thought. Oh still here? My apologies. Feel free to browse our expedition inventory for anything you might need out there.

There is much to be done.

Hello!

How may I help?

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in jewelcrafting?

Do make yourself at home.

Now this... is a fascinating find, adventurer. What you have found is a rift focus, used by my kind to traverse to and from our strongholds. Unfortunately, this focus is currently inactive. What fascinates me is not only where this keystone leads to but also the nature of the keystone itself. A domanaar's rift focus must have some association--physical or otherwise--with its destination. And this focus in particular was once held by the Burning Legion.

Oh, but why wouldn't we? My people collect fighters from all across the cosmos--demons are not exempt from our fighting pits. The more important question is why this particular keystone? What Legion-world could this Imperator Pertinax be operating from? Decimus channels a torrent of void energy out of the keystone before handing it back to you. I have taken a sample of the keystone's signature, but for now, I cannot answer any more of your questions. I've heard the little elven city of Silvermoon has its fair share of demon-experts. Perhaps one of them can... enlighten you.

Each discovery brings us one step closer to removing these anomalies and restoring balance to this environment.

Hello, my friend. And how might I serve you on this fine day? If it's design advice you seek, I should tell you that it's been some time since I've done such in a professional capacity. In the autumn of my years, I see myself more as a connoisseur than a practitioner. However, in this regard, I am most interested in seeing what you can do with a home.

Me? Just an old artist, so very far from home. But then, that home doesn't exist anymore, does it? At least, not how I picture it in my mind. The same may be true for you. It is a truth for most, on some level or another. Back on K'aresh, I was well respected for my works. But it's hard to take pride in that which now only exists in memory. So I tend not to think about it. Instead, I travel and partake in the wonders of other cultures, such as your own. I have no regrets.

I have, but only briefly. When I heard that heroes from Azeroth were coming to the aid of my people there, I knew I had to see K'aresh again for myself. It was... difficult to see my world that way. However, at the same time, it was heartening to know that my people and culture have persevered. The same is true for nearly all the cultures of Azeroth, who have survived the Scourge, the Burning Legion, and countless other threats. Though an individual may pass, or a home may be lost, we leave a record of who we were in our works. Let us never be forgotten.

Decor is everywhere. It's always been here. You just didn't have a place to store it until now, I imagine. Fantastic pieces can be sourced from across your adventures, past, present, and future. In addition, if you or a friend are skilled in a profession, there are likely pieces waiting to be made. I would also suggest checking with groups you have aided in the past. If you are highly regarded in their eyes, they may have pieces with which they are willing to part.

Consider my generosity a celebration of your involvement with the community. I think you deserve a little recognition as you explore, visit with neighbors, and improve upon your personal home as well as the neighborhood's collective well-being. However, if your concern is for my personal property, worry not. Over thousands of years, I have amassed quite the collection. I would say that it is only gathering dust, if dust could gather in the Void. It pleases me greatly to see these pieces in the hands of those who would use them.

The item inside is a recent acquisition. Unfortunately, it has been corrupted by the conflict that claimed the life of its previous owner. I cannot in good conscience part with it in its current state. However, if you have the time and inclination, you might help cleanse the object. I've devised a method by which one can effectively enter a space formed by the essence of the object. And once inside, the corruption could be cleansed directly.

Put simply, we can fold your essence within that of the object. Temporarily, of course. Once connected, your mind will fabricate a landscape, allowing you to process the corruption in a way that should feel familiar. I cannot say what forms the corruption may take. But it will almost certainly attempt to repel you. If you choose to enter, do be careful.

None of us had much chance to exchange names or pleasantries, did we? Hieron lost his life at Obscurion Citadel. His sacrifice saved lives, mine and Maella's included. Arator sent you to find him, and you returned only with his journal. If I had to pick a word to describe Hieron, I'd call him reliable. He was always looking after others. Especially Astre. They loved each other.

Please be quick--I have a lot to do.

Can I help ye, adventurer?

Bal'a dash, malanore adventurer. Welcome to Silvermoon.

As more and more of my people embraced a civilian approach to life, I will admit I... struggled to fully grasp it. It is not easy for a soldier to simply lay down their arms and just live. And yet in this place, I see many heroes embracing just that--life! A fascinating albeit foreign idea, even if it is not one I fully comprehend. Perhaps I should encourage the rest of the Obsidian Warders to see that there is more to our people than just the life of a soldier. If they see their Scalecommander enjoying a brief moment of respite, perhaps others will follow.

The containment shield hums.

You looking for some kafa, friend? Cousin Shortkaf have the biggest kafa, just for you! And your friends. And their friends. Kafa for everyone!

Riftblade Maella offers a slight curl of her lip. Because I appreciate your dedication to the mission, I'm inclined to offer you full transparency. In order to navigate the... delicate nature of Silvermoon's courts, Magister Umbric cannot officially sanction our mission--not without upsetting the tension that has only just settled. That said, if he were aware of my plans, he'd no doubt understand the urgency of our operation. He would also understand that the Voidstorm's energies alone would not be enough to open a rift to the world our enemies lurk on. As it so happens, Umbric is conveniently in possession of an artifact that can, in fact, do just that.

The Illidari know this frozen hell better than most. The Legion referred to it as "Val" and used its freezing temperatures to interrogate prisoners. A cold, dead wasteland seems like the perfect place for a domanaar to hole up in. Maella shifts a not-so-subtle glance of her eyes toward Decimus.

Is it time? Did Riftblade Maella send you? I could use your assistance before we set off! I have been modifying our Lightveil technology using a simple cloaking spell and that tether. Combined, I believe I can shroud our entire base camp when we touch ground. But first I need an invisible test subject to test the distance limits on the tether. Care to help?

Baraat clangs his fist against his chest in salute. I am. We may not have the numbers or the ordnance Tala'saan had hoped for, but Captain Fareeya has given us clearance to join Maella's mission. It will be good to hunt down these void and ethereal forces after this long.

Achal hecta, adventurer. It is good to finally put the name to a face. I have heard much about your involvement in these attacks. I look forward to seeing how you fare in the field.

I am Tala'saan, Commander of the Lightveil in the Army of the Light. At her request, I agreed to join Riftblade Maella's mission in pursuit of these void forces and the Hal'hadar. We have a complicated history with these enemies, but we are well-suited for travelling into realms unknown. Those you see gathered here are among the finest to serve in the Lightveil unit.

Tala'saan's expression tightens. Many of my brothers and sisters were... lost to the screaming vortex of the Voidspire. Many more sustained injuries that are more than just physical. I know what befell many of those within the spire, adventurer. You saw it too, didn't you? Rage... confusion... desperation. We lost many good souls in this war. I could not ask Fareeya to spare any more than she could.

Belath silently gestures to the massive fortress ahead.

Archmage Y'mera seems intensely focused on the spell she is casting. Perhaps now isn't the best time to interrupt her.

I had nearly forgotten how beautiful the Omnium was. There is something nostalgic about it. The glow of its basin, the shimmer of the Magicules. A relic from an age long past. It's strange to think how silent and eerie it had been for the last few decades. But even now, after all the trouble we went through to reawaken it, I am left with more questions about it... Perhaps, in time, we can answer these questions and many more.

Much has happened to Quel'Thalas since the Sunstrider Omnium first went dormant. Part of me wonders what path we might've followed had we been able to access the countless generations of Magister's knowledge. What might have been different... Alas, it is no time to reminisce. The Omnium has returned and we will not take it for granted. After all, understanding and mastering the magic of this world is the very reason Dath'Remar created this relic.