These great beasts know paths that ye can't find on foot, they'll get ye there fast and maybe show ye something new at the same time.

I don't get too many cooks in here looking for training, but I guess I could teach you something if you're ready.

The Wildhammer dwarves might have fast steeds, but can those Aerie Peak gryphons stand the heat of The Great Forge? I think not!

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!

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!

Your body looks worn and your spirit weary. Rest yourself beneath our roof and allow Elune to guide your dreams.

What do ye need directions to?

To maintain our link to the mainland, we have hippogryphs constantly flying between Rut'theran Village and Darkshore.

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!

The Hippogryph is a noble beast, proud and swift. They are an honor to train, and can quickly take their rider a great distance.

It is not yet your time. I shall aid your journey back to the realm of the living... for a price.

Where is it ye would like to go lad? For just a few coin my Gryphons can get ye there faster than even the swiftest horse.

Welcome to SI:7 headquarters, adventurer.

Where would you like to fly to?

Best deals in all of Stormwind my friend, won't find any better. Now, what can I help you with?

Best deals in all of Stormwind my friend, won't find any better. Now, what can I help you with?

I can teach you to craft fine leather armor, if you have the aptitude.

<Before you lies an skyborne; his body is mangled and bruised but still recognizable. It is clear he met a gruesome end while attempting to flee. It appears that all of his belongings are still on his body, and a half filled crate nearby lays spilled on the ground.>

Greetings, citizen.

If you need training as a cook, I have a few tips and tricks I could pass on! Ho ho! Throw on an apron and let's get started!

Hi there. I'm Gubber Blump.

Welcome to the Calmbreeze Inn, traveler. Would you like some refreshment?

The clothcraft of the Shen'dorei is a harmonious imitation of the flowing, carefree currents of the winds. While the spirits have left us, and I know not when I may see them dance once more... I find great comfort in my art, if only as a distraction. I can teach you to work the cloth as well, if you'd like to learn?

Greetings, druid. You are welcome in Nighthaven, as well as all of Moonglade. The Cenarion Circle welcomes all beings who respect the authority and command of nature. While you are here, please be sure to preserve the balance in all things. Disturbances are not welcome here, and our wardens are trained to cease all hostilities without question.

<Valenna looks away briefly before looking hesitantly back in your direction.> The Shal'nan was the very best of us. It was he who stood up for our people against madness and oppression in Eldre'Thalas nearly ten thousand years ago. It was the Shal'nan who led us across the uncharted sea to escape the murderous vengeance of our ancient enemies. It was the Shal'nan who brokered the pact of friendship with the wind spirits that allowed us to ascend to Skywall... and survive. He was ever the servant leader to his people, even after he abdicated his position of power and retired.

The Windfield Orchard has seen better days...

Good day to you.

Are you a student of the medical sciences?

Just browsing my wares or is there something specific I can help you find today?

Hail friend - a moment of your time, if I may... We have endured much in our trials and tribulations in establishing Teldrassil. Were the constant strife of the times not enough, we now find ourselves in a dire shortage of cloth. If you have the materials to spare, I ask that you please donate them. You certainly would earn the gratitude of night elves everywhere in helping us out!

Ishnu-alah, traveler, and welcome to Nighthaven. Would you like to browse my selection of fine dresses?

Our kind are rare these days, but there are those who still dream in emerald amongst the Shen'dorei.

Greetings.

On the northern dock, you can board a ship that will carry you to Rut'theran Village and Darnassus. From the southern dock, you can find passage across the Great Sea to Menethil Harbor on Khaz Modan, and onwards to Southshore in Hillsbrad Foothills. If you head to the western dock, you can board a ship setting sail for Stormwind. Safe journeys to you!

I sell only the finest arcane gear, made by the crafters and mages here in the city of Stormwind.

Where would you like to fly to?

Greetings lad, if you're looking for the best deals you'll find outside of Ironforge itself, then you've come to the right place.

I sell only the finest arcane gear, made by the crafters and mages here in the city of Stormwind.

Welcome to the guild registrar of Valanaar. How may I assist you today?

Welcome to Ironforge, hero.

Greetings, young hero. Welcome to the hall of the Tradesman's Guild. Resources are tight on Zephras right now, but you should be able to find a variety of materials and wares here to keep you in top adventuring form. Please let me know if you have any questions.

The Windshapers are almost wholly to blame for everything that has happened. Their refusal to change has damaged our ability to save ourselves from our current peril. They speak in absolutes and treat assumptions and superstitious hope as fact. Do you know who else deals only absolutes? The Al'Aketh. I for one do not intend to let blind adherence to dangerous beliefs doom our people. If it weren't for the threat of the cult, I'd march our mages over to the other side of Valnaar and wipe the Windshapers out.

...pan fried, deep fried, and stir fried...

<Before you lies the corpse Jorel Windsinger. Deep lacerations are cut into his legs, and lightning burns scorch his fur. It is clear he put up a fight before succombing to his wounds.>

Eh? I don't have time ta chat, my da' wants me ta finish this order fer him.

It is vital that we learn more about what the cult is planning, and with the turncoat dead the information may have died with him...

Well... I hate to admit it, but my sister's the one you'll have to talk to if you want to continue training. I don't know as much as she does... yet! She's standing over by the rocket car.

Welcome to the Calmbreeze Inn, traveler. Would you like some refreshment?

Storms curse these Al'Aketh fanatics!

I hope that your interruption is for a good cause, I was in the middle of some important work.