You turn the body over and see the marks from blades and spells upon the deceased orc--her armor all but destroyed, her hair matted to her face. Based on Mankrik's description of her, there is no doubt in your mind that this was his wife. He will be upset by the news, but you are sure he should know the truth.

What are you looking for?

Greetings and well met, adventurer! Your arrival is timely, and we here at the Durotar Supply and Logistics company are always in need of new contractors. If you are someone with a knack for gathering useful materials or the skills to craft something from scratch, you have a place here. Please let me know if you have any questions.

Not much story to tell. I lived in Falaath Village and when the cult moved in, I saw the winds turning. I shaved my head, donned the grey robes, and said the words they wanted to hear. Now I'm just trying to survive. Mostly I keep my head down and ply my trade for that crackpot, Lorthuna.

Greetings, friend! I have ample supply of leather and hides, and I know a few techniques I might be willing to share. Interested in doing business?

Tailor, by trade. Here stranger, I'll tell you what. Bring me any spare windstones you come across and I'll share my wares with you. I've got quite the stockpile of Al'Aketh garments here. Say what you will about the insanity of the cult, you've got to admit, they have some sense of style. Or rather, I do, considering I designed most of their attire.

The Warchief has instructed me to study all kinds of weapons and armor. He has sent me here to the hub of both the tauren and orc cultures in the Barrens to meet as many travelers as possible, and to learn about the cultures of the Barrens. He feels there's something to be learned from even the most pathetic of cultures... like the quilboar or centaur.

Skin, glorious skin. It holds your insides... in. You might've noticed my skin's not doing so well. To think I used to worry about my pores. Hardly any skin left to worry about these days. In a way, it's very freeing.

It is wise that you humble yourself before me adventurer in your desire for more warlock knowledge.

Many are the paths of the Earth Mother. Wherever you decide to travel, may she watch over you.

What are you looking for?

Why are you looking at me like that. Do you expect me to shoot bolts of lightning at you, or threaten you with the wrath of the Windlord? Its fair enough if you do. However, not all of us are quite so... zealous.

Greetings, traveler.

The body is that of a female orc warrior. It is clear that she died in battle, probably against the quilboar in the area.

What are you looking for?

Take it, then. It seems Zygand is too busy for the agonizing trip here to retrieve it himself.

Nazgrel grunts as he sizes you up. High Elves, here in Orgrimmar. I'd never bet on such a thing happening in my lifetime, but at this point nothing is surprising to me. Yes, the Warchief instructed me to draft up instructions for you. Take this letter and follow the instructions within. Conduct yourself with honor and show due deference when you meet with our leaders, elf. Once you've finished your journey, return to the Warchief.

What are you looking for?

I have nothing more to teach you. Talk to Karolek if you wish to further your leatherworking skills.

I can train you in First Aid techniques.

When mounted on the back of a wind rider, one sees that its reputation for strength and speed is well earned.

It can get boring up here, you know. I can only annoy that stuffy wretch Halaan so much before even that gets old.

Lorthuna is performing some sort of ritual up there. She may be trying to bring down the wards! The help we sent for has not yet arrived, but we'll just have to manage with what we have. When you are ready, let me know and we'll go confront her.

<The gaze of the ranger standing before you is fixed on the enormous anchor pylon in the distance.>

Hmm...

Would you rather trust your goods with a goblin?

I have the finest meats in Orgrimmar.

Have you come for further training? Shake the dust of the road from your garments, then, and let us get to work.

Although we call this land the Barrens, to one who knows where to look this place teems with life.

Besides the Grunts outside, my brothers and I fought at the battle of Hyjal. Any who seek to steal from the bank must face us first.

Va, y ealdor Gloinador. E majis ko dana ne barad ras thorniss lars majis gol ador endirvis.

Oh yeah. Us gots it right here.

If the High Order gave any mind at all to actually solving the problems we face and spent less time obsessing over the old magic, we'd be in a far better position as a people. It was Highborne magic that brought about the ruin of the kaldorei to begin with. Those self-absorbed fools seek to repeat those mistakes! The fact that they attempted to make peace with the cult is bad enough, but spilling Windshaper blood is what is truly unforgivable. Were it not for the imminent threat of the cult, I'd gather up our forces and go put an end to Elaadrin and the High Order once and for all.

Mind yourself in the presence of the Warchief, hero. The Kor'kron will suffer no insolence or insult here.

You haven't lived until you've looked down on the world from the back of a wind rider.

Greetings, citizen.

We've had trouble with shipments going missing across Azeroth. If you find any, I'd appreciate if you could return them to me.

Recently there has been a sharp rise in lost orders. We strive to ensure that each delivery is efficient and safe, but with a rise of bandits, rowdy creatures, and those damned Alliance, inevitably not every delivery goes according to plan. Should you find these shipments, take a look over the label for what it should contain. It is not your responsibility to deal with our mistakes, but if you complete the shipment, you will be rewarded in kind. Dokimi over by the wagon can handle the logistics and your compensation. We will take it from there.

Cooking is a life long pursuit and I see we share the same passion!

Greetings, traveler.

Welcome to the Bank of Valanaar. We can secure your belongings and valuables here should you so desire. Do you wish to access your deposit box?

What are you doing here? Quickly, leave this place now. You are going to ruin everything!

If we are to make these new lands ours then we must have places to rest our battle weary bodies. Lay your axe by the fire and share the stories of your mighty battles.

Nice to see a friendly face. I don't get much chitchat from Apothecary Johaan unless he wants something. He's been out of the grave too long. Someday I'll be like that, I hear. Creepy. Maybe by then I won't care.

What may I do for you, fellow windshaper?

Greetings, traveler.

Cooking is a life long pursuit and I see we share the same passion!

Us is busy with important things!

I guarantee this bank's security with my own blood, is that good enough for you?

Cooking is a life long pursuit and I see we share the same passion!