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

If we didn't have enough on our plates between the cult and the highlands bandits, we don't need a giant vuldren terrorizing our citizens as well. You've done a great thing here today. As promised, here is your reward.

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

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.

What may I do for you, fellow windshaper?

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Oh yeah. Us gots it right here.

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.

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.

Us is busy with important things!

Greetings, traveler.

What beautiful things did you bring me?

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.

What are you looking for?

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

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.

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

What are you looking for?

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

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

The great cat calls to you, adventurer.

Welcome to my fire, traveler.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

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

There you have it, you can now craft your very own Rallying Banner. 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.

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

Winds tidings. What can I help you with?

Valennia winces in pain as she shifts to look at you. Don't look at me like that. I'll be fine. Despite the best efforts of the High Elder's fretful healers, I'll be up and ready to fight again in no time. Now be gone with you... don't let this old soldier hold you up. The winds will bring you good fortune on your journey, I know it.

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