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

The skycutters and ferries haven't run in years at this point. For all we know, there are no other islands left for us to get imports from. Still though, I'm here... just in case.

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!

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

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!

Can't ye see I'm busy? This had better be good.

The roiling cloud of living lightning before you seems to crackle menacingly as you approach. It might be best to leave. Quickly.

Alas, I have prattled on long enough. Should you find yourself in the port of Valanaar, seek out Elaadrin Evengale. Elaadrin was once my student, but now he serves as the Chief Magister of the High Order. He is headstrong and capable, and it's now up to him and young Skyborne such as yourself to carry the hopes for our people forward.

Although the coast of Darkshore is more dangerous than that of Teldrassil, many fishers find profit here.

Greetings, hero. Do you come seeking the blessings of the Windlord?

All of the skyborne islands became destabilized and began to move apart a few years ago. If that wasn't bad enough, now large pieces of Zephras are beginning to fall away. It's hard to imagine your home falling into the sky, but that is my reality now.

<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.>

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

You might think that just because we live on a floating island, there would be no need for miners like me. After so many thousands of years however, we still manage to dig up a lot of interesting things. It's almost like there's some invisible force, constantly creating new mineral deposits every so often. That's magic for you though, right? Regardless, if you need training as a miner them I'm your shen'dorei.

What do ye need directions to?

The exiles of Gnomeregan find ourselves in even more dire straits by running low on cloth reserves! Perhaps you can help us, eh?! Bring me extra cloth pieces you might have to help us replenish our stocks. By donating them, you'll be earning the respect and trust of gnomes everywhere. That's something that money can't buy! Well, I guess cloth does, but that's beside the point...

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

Which profession trainer are you looking for?

Are you a student of the medical sciences?

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

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!

Which profession trainer would ye be looking for?

Where are you going? Well if you're looking to get there quickly, then look no further!

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

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!

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

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

The Windfield Orchard has seen better days...

<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.

Storms curse these Al'Aketh fanatics!

Board here for transport to Dalaran City, nestled in the Alterac Mountains.

<Valennia is severely wounded and is barely holding on to consciousness.>

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

Why are you bothering me, recruit? If you want to talk to other doe-eyed fools, try the inn on the north side of town. The recruits that congregate there tend to have brains as smooth as their freshly shaved heads. Oh, and shave that head of yours. The only thing the windlord abhors more than chatty recruits is chatty recruits with a full head of hair. Now, be gone from my sight.

I might be the only living shen'dorei left amongst our people who had more than a handful of words with him. I served him as the captain of his Empyrean Blades for nearly nine centuries, right up until... he left us. Even still, I can't rightly claim that I "knew" him. He was ever a reserved and solitary man. He spent most of his time alone or in communion with the spirits in the spires high above the Shrine of the Four Winds... the place that the cult now calls the 'Shrine of Akir'.

Would you like a flight to Rut'theran Village, courtesy of the Cenarion Circle?

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!

Gales greetings, friend. Is there something I can help you with?

Greetings, traveler.

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

I am Tinkmaster Overspark, and I am the chief architect for modern gnomish engineering principles in the world today. It is my job to ensure that the power of invention continues to shine brightest from our arclight spanners than anywhere else! Also, if you happen to know a good schematic for radiation elimination, we just so happen to be in the market for one right about now...

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

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?

adventurer, I've come to find out how rampant the effects of Fel Moss are throughout Darkshore. The corruption of Teldrassil and our surrounding lands really concerns the druids of the Cenarian Circle, and all Night elves. It is my goal to find out why this has happened and to put an end to it.

Ah yes, he mentioned that an agent of the High Order would be arriving in Stormwind soon. He asked me to draft instructions for you. <Randal hands you a neatly sealed note.> This should give you all the information you need. You are in for quite the journey, adventurer. I wish you luck on behalf of Stormwind and the Alliance.

<As you approach the enormous cyclone construct, you hear a faint buzzing emanating from beneath its massive armor plates. If you listen carefully you think you might be able to hear a few words being formed but they are too distorted to make out.>

I am Belanaa Windveil and I am an agent of the High Order here on Azeroth. If you'd like to make a donation of cloth to our organization, we would be most grateful.

<The corpse lying before you is covered in scorches and burn marks. He seems to be clutching something in his hand.>

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.

Oh yes, how wonderful! I have been expecting an emissary from your people, and I am very happy to make your acquaintance. I do wish I could receive you in our home city of Gnomeregan, but our people have recently fallen on hard times and our homeland is, at present, lost to us. King Bronzebeard is ever a friend to us gnomes, however, and has graciously opened his city to us in this difficult time. I hope that your adventures on Azeroth treat you well, and I look forward to further opportunities to learn more of your people. Farewell, adventurer.