Well done, well done, adventurer. I see we've done right in deciding to train you. Your performance certainly does not disappoint. I've no qualms in showing you the way to control your newly bound succubus. Observe carefully.

Greetings, warlock! I have but one goal: the cataloging and recording of all knowledge related to the history of Duskwood and Darkshire. Perhaps you could help me in my endeavor?

Once the greatest gold production center in the human lands, the Dead Mines are now inhabited by the Defias Brotherhood, who have turned the dark tunnels into their private sanctum. It is rumored that the thieves have conscripted the clever goblins to help them build something terrible at the bottom of the mines - but what that may be is still uncertain. Rumor has it that the way into the Deadmines lies through the quiet, unassuming village of Moonbrook.

Sometimes I wonder if Surena was not a succubus in disguise, sent to warp and twist my mind... Ha! I give her too much credit, I think.

Harbor work is open to everyone, but your personal safety is your own responsibility.

Take my advice, don't sit close to the shadows.

Does your heart beat in rhythm with the winds?

My gift is simple, and mundane. I cannot peer between worlds such as those with the skysight, nor can I draw upon the magic of the ley lines beneath Zephras like others can. But a gift it remains and I am grateful to have it. Appreciation of what you have is the key to happiness. Yearning for what you may have, or what you have lost, only leads to despair.

The Windlord's blessings flow through me!

Are you interested in exploring one of these dungeons?

My darlings... my darlings...

Having the skills needed to survive the outdoors is critical. A well-rested and well-prepared adventurer has a much higher chance of surviving this lifestyle.

Argus, As you know, I'm up to my neck in repair requests from the Army. I can't complain about all the work, but it's depleting my supply of iron. I don't have enough iron for horseshoes. I know you always keep a large stock--I'd like to borrow 50 pairs of shoes until I get my next shipment of iron. You have my gratitude, -Verner

Yes, I can tell this will do nicely, let me just work with it for a moment... Takar is a resourceful fellow to have around, isn't he? If only I could persuade him to move back to civilization.

Don't come out of the shadows like that. Next time give a girl some warning.

Was your crossing difficult, adventurer? You have come a long way to speak with me. But fear not, I know why Gakin has sent you, and he was wise to, for I can help you in your search.

The Deadmines can be found beneath Moonbrook in the south of Westfall.

Have you found anything? I'm not holding out much hope.

A good campfire is the foundation to any good camp.

Was your search a success, adventurer?

Missing: Corporal Keeshan Last seen during the bloody battle at Stonewatch Keep, Corporal Keeshan was reported to have been dragged away by Blackrock Orcs. It is believed that Corporal Keeshan is being held as a prisoner of war at the Blackrock encampment north of Lakeshire, just west of the pass leading to the Burning Steppes. By mandate of Magistrate Solomon, anyone who aids in the recovery of Corporal Keeshan shall be rewarded by Marshal Marris.

You will need a powerful reagent to tempt an incubus -- an object that represents great devotion and love. With my scrying, I have located a small figurine that should be suitable for your ritual. Thousands of years ago, the figurine belonged to a young couple. The original owners are no more, but their keepsake has survived to the present day. Follow the road north into Ashenvale, then west and past Maestra's Post. You will see a house nestled amongst the trees. There you will find what you seek.

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

Ever since the shadows claimed Duskwood I haven't been able to sleep. I am kept awake by the ghostly sounds of screaming on the breeze. It sounds almost like lambs screaming, and they won't stop.

This tome appears to be about the Valor family. I believe I've heard of a few of them. Good folk. Not sure they merit an entire book about them. I'll make you a copy of the tome. If you see anything else related to them on your travels, I'll be happy to take it off your hands.

Memories of Valor A Recount of the Valor Family and Their Service to Raven Hill There was no greater family in all of the Eastern Kingdoms than the Valor family. Their deeds to the people they swore to protect were nothing short of miracles, and their loss is a loss for all of Raven Hill. I write this account to set the record straight, detailing the marvels that were Grant, Ira, Silvia, and Merrick. May these writings be a small consolation for how sorry I am for their absence.

May the blessings of the night be yours, friend! I am Illiyana Moonblaze, and I am the main supplier for the Silverwing Sentinels here in Ashenvale. As you improve your standing with the Sentinels, I will make available to you a fine selection of goods that you can use inside Warsong Gulch. Should you find yourself in need of item repair, I also provide those services.

Hey, citizen! You look like a stout one. We guards are spread a little thin out here, and I could use your help...

Where would you like to fly to?

More than I'd like, I'm afraid. We've been harassed by a group of bandits camping out in a cave to the north, and the Al'Aketh cult recently took over Falaath Village to the south of us. I trust every peacekeeper and citizen here, but we are far too few to keep the village secure. If the cult decides to continue their expansion here, there's little we can do to stop them.

I'm in charge of Shen'dar Village operations, and there's a lot of things to keep track of around here. Between bandits, cultists, and other random incidents that pop up, keeping this village afloat is a lot of work.

The warrior who flinches is the warrior who dies. If you would look death in the face as a warrior, I will teach you how not to flinch.

Have you heard the good news about Al'Akir, the Windlord?

You'll need to speak with Skypriest Aanders for instruction. There is no guidance I can provide. Be gone with you, recruit.

The non-believers will be purged in our glorious storms! Praise the Windlord!

Why are you asking me, unshaven novice?

If you have the aptitude for the druidic arts, I can train you.

I've seen the skycutters sailing through the sky more and more recently. It's good to know that they are running again. If only the elders would tell us what is going on. They only tell us that nothing has changed and we still have no contact with the other islands. I can't help but wonder what this means...

I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, we keep our cooking and alchemy ingredients separate! How can I help you?

Lord Lothar rallied the remnants of Azeroth's armies after their defeat at Stormwind Keep, and then launched a massive exodus across the sea to the northern kingdom of Lordaeron. Convinced that the Horde would overcome all of humanity if left unchecked, the leaders of the seven human nations met and agreed to unite in what would become known as the Alliance of Lordaeron.

If you've come looking for the finest craftsmanship on this or any other continent in the world, then you've come to the right place! Grimand Elmore, at your service!

These are them! Some of them even smell exotic! Fantastic, I can't wait for us to have lively conversations about these writings. Cellar after hours, of course. Thanks for the quick errand run, adventurer. As promised, it's on the house. We keep our word here.

You forgot what you had to do the moment you stepped through the door, eh? Happens to everyone.

We are currently accepting donations for wool cloth. A donation of sixty pieces of wool cloth will net you full recognition by the Gnomeregan Exiles for your generous actions. Our stores are such on wool that we would only need sixty pieces from you total; we should be able to acquire enough from others in the realm to support our drive. 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.

Friend - Stormwind needs your assistance and your generosity! Our once large stockpile of textiles has run critically low. Stormwind is now engaged in a multi-pronged effort to rebuild those stocks for the manufacture of textiles and bandages! Your donation of cloth would help Stormwind immensely, as well as earn the respect of the citizenry!

As the politics and rivalries of the seven human nations waxed and waned, the line of Guardians kept its constant vigil against chaos. There were many Guardians over the years, but only one ever held the magical powers of Tirisfal at any given time. One of the last Guardians of the age distinguished herself as a mighty warrior against the shadow.

Let's see here. Roy's Book Club, isn't it? I recognize this wrap technique. Well, if he says this is what people want to talk about, it's all fine by me. The material we receive back is always in as good of quality as we loaned it, so we know they're treating it with respect regardless of how provoking the words may be.

Rorian sent you? Good. I could use your aid.

With the absence of trolls in the northlands, the elves of Quel'Thalas bent their efforts towards rebuilding their glorious homeland. The victorious armies of Arathor returned home to southlands of Strom.

Ten thousand years before the orcs and humans clashed in their First War, the world of Azeroth cradled only one massive continent surrounded by the infinite, raging seas. That land mass, known as Kalimdor, was home to a number of disparate races and creatures, all vying for survival amongst the savage elements of the waking world. At the dark continent's center was a mysterious lake of incandescent energies.