The twists and turns of Orgrimmar are designed to thwart invaders. Can you imagine how quickly one of those puny gnomes would get lost in here? Ha! If it was lucky, I'd track it down and keep it as a pet.

Have a look at my meats, friend. You won't want to go out into the Barrens without a good stock of provisions.

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

All members of the Horde are equal in my eyes, adventurer. We have all suffered many burdens, and if it were not for wisdom and honor, then we would be no better than the Scourge or my people while our blood was tainted by the demon Mannoroth. It is your duty to aid the Horde and to defend our way of life. But it is also your duty to know when quarter and compassion should be given to friend and foe alike. Understand this well. This is the new Horde, not some demon-spawned army who lack freewill.

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

Yes, warlock?

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

I have the finest meats in Orgrimmar.

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.

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 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.

Heya mon. You come right place learn how ta wield a new weapon.

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?

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.

We shen'dorei have need of additional cloth to replenish our supplies. Any donations you make would be put to good use, and surely raise your esteem with the Windshapers.

I can train you in First Aid techniques.

Greetings, traveler.

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?

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

Oh yeah. Us gots it right here.

What are you looking for?

What are you looking for?

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

Pleased to make your acquaintance. May I help you?

So... you want to be a tailor? Very well, we'll see if you have what it takes.

The spirits have guided you to me. How may I be of service?

Fish so delicious. You come learn fish? Eat fish? Mmmmm...

The Shattered Hand will see the Horde to their former glory, unhindered by the timidness of the Warchief.

Please do see that he reads it at once. I fear our Scourge problem has only just begun. Come see me again in due time. I believe I have nearly uncovered something I could use a willing blade to help with.

I don't train your kind shaman.

I can teach you how to cook!

Nostyec Regenthor, mod. E wirsh ador eynes re an tiras an lo vil va novaedi E gol melka ras re y bor rothas aelgestron.

Greetings, child. I am Illaya Amberwind and I am the Elder Windshaper here on Zephras Isle. It's always nice to meet young new faces that make their way down from the grove. Don't let this old shaman hold you up, no doubt you've got many adventures to see to. Do feel free to stop by later if you'd like.

Oh, that's okay. I-I'll be here if you want to learn some other time. T-Thank you for talking to me!

May the spirits be with you.

You may not be a paladin, but you may yet find solace in the light should you seek it.

You go to inner ring of The Apothecarium. Lavinia Crowe is there.