Finally, you are of age, adventurer... of age to battle in the name of the Horde. To conquer for the glory of the Warchief. Yes... Kaltunk looks you over. You will do nicely. No doubt you wish to find a great dragon or demon and strangle it with your bare hands, but perhaps it would be wise to start on something less... dangerous. Kaltunk laughs. Report to Gornek, he should be able to assign a task better suited to a young hero. You will find Gornek in the Den, to the west.

You! traveler! Come here. snort Time is short, and my end snort is near. Mangletooth shall win; you will see. snort My capture can still aid snort my people. The Razormane tribe is more powerful than the Bristlebacks! The Horde looks to find out who leads the raids on their people. You snort shall aid Mangletooth in return for the information only I know. Mangletooth can help you! snort But you must help Mangletooth.

Welcome to the Crossroads, hero. My name is Thork--I lead the defenses here in the name of the Warchief. Please, feel free to make yourself at home. As long as you mind your business, no one should have any problem with you taking up some space. There are many threats to our safety here. If you've already become familiar with the lay of the land, speak to the others here--perhaps they have tasks for you to do.

Oh yeah. Us gots it right here.

Extra firewood? That is always welcome. It will keep these old bones warm through the cold nights of the Glades. I have a sling for collecting wood myself, so you might as well hang onto that basket.

Very interesting, so it was the High Order that was responsible for the construct breaking down? I know Belathaan. He's Valennia Stormfist's cousin and his mother was actually a Windshaper. It's disappointing that he was involved in this. I need to reflect on this for a moment.

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.

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

Us is busy with important things!

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.

Ayessa looks shaken and distant as you hand her the windstone charms. Don't mind me, adventurer. Today has merely been... a trying day. Thank you for your service to the windshapers thus far.

What are you looking for?

Do you have those heads, adventurer?

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.

You place the Candle of Beckoning upon the table and light it...

Hmm...

Would you rather trust your goods with a goblin?

I didn't say it wouldn't be a dirty job, did I?

The Al'Aketh have engaged in their bloody zealotry for far too long. This is only the start of the reckoning they face.

You grab one of the candles and place it in your pack.

I'm pleased to hear that we have High Elder Shadowsong's blessing for our expedition. Now that the cult has been defeated and preparations have been made, I think it's finally time. Muln has worked diligently to help us get stable skycutter transport going between Zephras Isle and a place called Mulgore, where the Earthen Ring make their home. We've been doing test voyages and some of our people are already waiting on the other side.

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.

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.

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.

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

Greetings, traveler.

Greetings, citizen.

So now you see? There is a world of knowledge and untapped potential outside of Skywall. This will never stop being our home, but I've come to believe that the path to our salvation lies below. We must travel to Azeroth and gain the power and means to save Zephras Isle. This is the way. Will you have the courage to join us when the time comes?

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

I'll need the creature's head as proof of the deed.

I sent a few of our healers to ensure that Valennia and her remaining forces made it back in one piece. She should be resting in the High Elder's residence now. Muln has already departed back to Azeroth, but he and I spoke of what is next for the Windshapers and our mission to Azeroth. Unfortunately, the island is more vulnerable than ever now and we need a plan to protect Zephras from what is to come.

This is an old, beaten, bloody table.

It might seem a bit of a vain triviality, gathering feathers for our hair. However, even in times like these, one needs to embrace the small joys as much as possible. If one thing I create brings someone joy, then I will consider that to be a good day. Thank you for bringing me these and helping me bring some joy to Zephras.

Good, I see Ageron managed to find you, adventurer. Let us waste little time with small talk and pleasantries and focus on your training. There is still much you have to learn.

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

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.

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.

Well done, and quickly too. Not too bad at all.

The great cat calls to you, adventurer.

If you ask me, I think Prideclaws are actually kind of cute. From a safe distance... and while standing behind someone holding a sword, of course.

What beautiful things did you bring me?

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.

More interruptions! Wait, it's you. Were you able to recover the tomb weed?

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

There are precious few delights afforded to us in death. Thankfully, pain is chief among them. You please me this day, and therefore you please the Dark Lady. Perhaps you can be of further use.

More adventurers from Zephras, I see. Wonderful. The winds surely favor us! It's going to take us some time to get ourselves established here, so you may want to take some time to explore this new land. Azeroth is an exciting new world, but it's also a dangerous world. You'd do well to prepare yourself for this new adventure by familiarizing yourself with the lands nearby.

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

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