Greetings, traveler.

I can train you in First Aid techniques.

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.

Gale's greetings, adventurer. I am honored to bestow your coming of age relic today as you are recognized for the potential you bring to the shen'dorei. Our people have faced great hardship and persecution in our complex history. Today you are given this relic which is one of many held by those before you. Someday when your ashes are scattered to the winds it will pass to another to continue our tradition. As you take this relic with you know that the winds of home will be with you wherever you travel.

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.

Judging by the amount of bug entrails covering you, this must be quite the infestation.

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?

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

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

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

What may I do for you, fellow windshaper?

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

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.

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

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.

What beautiful things did you bring me?

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.

Us is busy with important things!

Oh yeah. Us gots it right here.

Talaanis Shadowsong listens intently as you tell him of what transpired above the Shrine of Akir, and of Ayessa's plan to leave Zephras Isle. I need to reflect on this further, but looking at the upside, we have rid ourselves of Lorthuna and deprived the cult of their leader. Our home has not been invaded yet and on the timeline of elemental gods, it could be years... decades even, before Al'Akir deigns to turn his attention to us. There is much to fear now, but much to celebrate as well.

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

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.

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

The Windshapers are currently accepting donations for wool cloth. A donation of sixty pieces of wool cloth will net you full recognition by the Windshapers for your generosity. If you have the sixty pieces of wool cloth on you and are ready to donate them, I'm able to take them from you now.

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.

Greetings, traveler.

What are you looking for?

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.

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.

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.

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 have the finest meats in Orgrimmar.

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.

The great cat calls to you, adventurer.

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

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.

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

What are you looking for?

Welcome to my fire, traveler.

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

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.

Thank you for taking a moment to share this with me. I will continue to watch over the grove, and ponder on the state of our homeland.

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

What are you looking for?

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

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.

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.

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.