There you have it, you can now craft your very own First Aid Kit. Most folk don't care much for camps being set up in the center of town, so you'll need to head into the wilderness if you want to test it out. Oh, and just remember, no camp is complete without a campfire. You'll need one of those before you start up your camp. Most cooks can teach you to make a fire. If you haven't already, you might want to check in with someone who can train you in the culinary arts to learn the basics.

I'm not affiliated with the Scarlet Crusade, if you couldn't tell. I'm just an adventurer stopping by before my next venture into the wilderness. Hey, you've got the look of an adventurer yourself. How would you like to learn about camping?

Egalin was the teacher that taught me. With hardly a look, he was able to command the voidwalker he had summoned. When it came my turn to try, I was overconfident. Do not trifle with the powers that you wield, adventurer, they can consume even the vigilant.

There you have it, your very own camp tent. Most folk don't care much for tents being set up in the center of town, so you'll need to head into the wilderness if you want to test it out. Oh, and just remember, no camp is complete without a campfire. You'll need one of those before you start up your camp. Most cooks can teach you to make a fire. If you haven't already, you might want to check in with someone who can train you in the culinary arts to learn the basics.

Your work helps Orgrimmar grow. Know that as you walk the city's paths.

Yes?

Though you are still untested and young in your learning, you have proven that you possess sufficient ability to master the summoning and binding of an imp. Do not be deceived by an imp's size. Though it lacks physical strength, it possesses powers and a cleverness that will serve you well. Attend me carefully, adventurer, for I will not repeat this lesson, and I will leave its mastery to you.

Woah, where did you find a neat thing like that? Ya know it reminds me of the other thing my boss Gazlowe always used to tell me...

Hey, thanks pal! You've been a really big help to me here and I appreciate it. Here's to hoping I can get this all charged up using these organs. I bet it'll make those no good harpies think twice about attacking my caravan again. I sure hope this works. Either way you've done your side of the deal. Take this for your trouble.

It might come as a surprise that with a name like thunder lizard they shoot lightning instead of roaring like thunder. Well, they do. Shoot lightning, I mean. Trust me, it's a lesson you only get to learn once if you're lucky.

Borstan's Meats? Is that for one of us? Oh! Wow... this smells really good! Yummy. Thanks for bringing me my lunch. I can tell what Borstan is going to be serving daily when my friends and I walk the road to Grommash Hold, by the smells alone. This tastes like my favorite, the sweetglaze! But it's different. I like the strong flavored crumbs. If it's going to be this tasty every day, I think we need to stop our game to take our lunch together!

Have you gathered the skin I inquired about? Our stocks are running low. It may seem odd to ask for murloc skin but it works well for internal membranes, or surfaces like cheeks or mouths. Similarly, the duskbat wing membranes are especially suited for more delicate areas, like faces or fingers. It prevents the skin from being too... thick.

This type of cattail and speargrass is unique to Orgrimmar. Drinking from Azshara mountain spring water, and nourished by the sweat and blood soaked mineral dust of our rocky land, these herbs contain potent powers locked within. I'll give these to Yelmak, who may be able to win back Whuut's ear with a hands-on lesson.

There you have it, you can now craft your very own Enchanted Lute. Most folk don't care much for camps being set up in the center of town, so you'll need to head into the wilderness if you want to test it out. Oh, and just remember, no camp is complete without a campfire. You'll need one of those before you start up your camp. Most cooks can teach you to make a fire. If you haven't already, you might want to check in with someone who can train you in the culinary arts to learn the basics.

We discover formulations and recipes by showing old ingredients to new generations, who experiment with it in their own way.

Of course. Migi's parents and I have an arrangement to give Migi a bagged lunch every day, but I can only ensure the boy gets his food if he actually comes in to pick it up. Sometimes, he doesn't pick up his meal multiple times a week, and I wonder where he gets the energy to stay out and play.

The brazier stands about a third your height, and looks normal, save for the inscriptions along its smooth metal rails. The metal shows no signs of wear from the weather, and the bowl seated at the top of it feels cool to the touch.

Did you find her?

With this, you'll be able to set up a camp anywhere out in the wilderness. What you've learned is just the basics, so you won't be able to place too many furnishings around it. Raise your cooking skill and you might just be able to learn to make even bigger fires. You can also learn the basics of furnishing your campsites from other tradeskill trainers if you're savvy in their skills.

I have enough ingredients for a sapta of fire if you can find the reagent pouch and some fire tar. The Burning Blade fanatics carry the proper components for most of their spells in those pouches, and usually have enough of the items I need that we will not have to search much farther for anything else. The saptas are always made from ingredients that are closely tied to their respective elements. It makes our work easier because of the warlocks' ties to fire.

A white hot flame ignites within the bowl as you place the ember within. You can feel the magical effects of the sapta coursing through your body and the fire dances rhythmically before you. You place the top of the torch within the basin, and it immediately catches on fire.

Your spirit burns brighter than any torch I've ever seen, adventurer, and for that, you should be proud. If you continue down this path, the elements will be yours to command, and our brethren will look to you for guidance and wisdom. Let me be the first to congratulate you and present to you your newest totem.

Did you find the fruits?

Dere ya have it, ya be craftin' your very own Fish Bowl. Most folk don't be carin' much for camps being set up in da center of town, so ya be needin' ta head into da wilderness if ya be wantin' to try it out. No camp is complete without a campfire, mon. Ya be needin' one of dose before ya be startin' up your camp. Most cooks be teachin' ya ta make a fire. Check in with someone who can train ya in da culinary arts if ya haven't already learned da basics.

Hmmm, Swart sent you to me, did he? Well then, Swart could always be trusted, so that must mean you're ready to take part of the next sapta--the sapta of fire. I see it in your eyes already, the burning, the desire. You've tasted power, and now you're ready for more of it. Patience, adventurer. Remember what earth taught you. Power and destruction will come easily, but you must still know when to stay your hand.

Your power is little now, though I suspect already you sense the possibilities. Even the dead might feel alive, with that power coursing through us.

These will do nicely, adventurer. Fire is more than chaos and destruction--do well to remember that. It is also about life, and creation. All things are tied together in such a way. Forces oppose one another, but at the same time, one cannot exist without the other. Both extinguish one another, but also give one another meaning. Always remember this. Using different types of magic in conjunction with one another will show not only true skill, but great wisdom.

Have you any news of Resaan? Please, hero, the wait is hard to endure after everything that has happened.

Throm'ka, hero. Gorak told me I should be expecting you. It is good to see you in one piece! Were you able to collect the training weapons I requested?

<Ealaane's eyes well with tears.> Oh, Resaan my love. What will become of us now? There was so much... it feels as if our lives together had just started. Thank you, hero. The world is cruel to take both my home and my love from me. At least his heirloom will give me some closure.

<Elegael looks down at the collection of bloodied heirlooms with distress.> So many young lives with so much potential now gone forever. Thank you for returning these, hero. I will hold onto them for safe keeping until I am able to take them to the High Elder. There they can go back into the collection and await the next and perhaps more worthy generation to come of age.

Thank you, hero, you have done a great kindness to us refugees this day. I will make sure to return these to their owners. At least it gives us a place to start over from.

Winds bless me this meat looks fantastic! Thank you so much, hero.

Belguilos is dead? Four winds bless you, hero. We might just make it out of this alive after all.

So many of us left with nothing more than the clothes on our backs. Any belongings you might recover would be cherished.

When I said the bloodier the better, you really listened. Good. It lets me know you made it hurt. On a serious note, thank you for what you've done so far. I've been floating aimlessly around this farm for weeks as if I was just waiting for the end to come. I think I'm starting to have hope again. Ferauu and his thugs are due any time now. All that's left is to go out and face them. What do you say, will you see this through to the end with me?

If you manage to bring me enough bandit masks, maybe I'll stitch a blanket out of them and give it to Ferauu. <Aamelia laughs loudly.>

<Aamelia listens while you explain what became of Alvarion.> At least I know he's going to be safe in Valanaar. Stranger, I hate to tell you this but I think my idiot husband likely just sent you here to die for nothing. If you have any sense at all, you should leave now. This isn't your fight.

<This man is clearly dead, killed by the assassins that you fought outside the house. As you kneel down to inspect the body you notice the glinting reflection of something shiny...>

I... can't believe it's over. I need to stop and calm myself before my heart leaps right out of my chest.

<Valennia looks visibly relieved as you tell her about the status of the eastern watchtower.> Thank the winds.

I don't think I've had real meat for dinner in... well, too long.

These are big tenderloins! You must have taken down some real monsters out there.

I will not rest until my fangs have gone through the throat of every single cultist on this isle.

You are still alive? Thank the winds for small miracles, I suppose.

<Alvarion's eyes tear up as you finish retelling the story of what happened at the orchard.> I don't know how to thank you, friend. I came to Valanaar looking for hope. A vain hope, I was almost certain. But instead I found a hero. A real hero, like the stories from before we came to Skywall. I'll never forget what you did for us, adventurer. You'll always be welcome at the Windfield home.

The turncoat was already dead when you arrived, you say? This is unfortunate news. <You hand over the crystal you found on the dead cultist's body.> Interesting...

These bandits are more likely to double cross and steal from each other than they are to steal from normal folks. I bet if Ferauu knew some of his people went rogue and came here early to tamper with the harvest, he'd kill them himself.

<Vayn nods at you.>

You are back? And... alone?