Winds tidings. What can I help you with?

The spinning column of wind before you seems to hum with contentment. It clearly cannot speak, but you have a clear sense of the sensations it feels. It seems... happy to provide you with the blessing of the winds.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

How can I share my secrets with a beginner? Try speaking with Victor Ward first.

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.

May fire burn within your heart, adventurer. The elements await you.

Come in, come in. Just don't sit too close to the stove. It hasn't exploded yet today, but just to be safe I think you should sit elsewhere.

The Cult? They are zealots and killers. They believe that we are being punished for some unspecific sin. The reality is that those that lead them are opportunists leftover from a dubious order of so-called "Priests" of Al'Akir, the Windlord. They now find themselves in a position to weaponize the fear of our people to consolidate their own power... and they have been quick to do so.

Shadowgale Forest! It's haunted! Haunted as the sky is blue! Terrible forest spirits, terror birds with talons as big as yer arm! It's... a nightmare! Swimmers turns to Donaal and belches loudly. IT'S NOT CRAZY TALK, DONAAL!

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.

Slay your enemies and swoon your paramours with this one weird trick. If you follow the path of the rogue, I can teach you... for a cost, of course.

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

Slay your enemies and swoon your paramours with this one weird trick. If you follow the path of the rogue, I can teach you... for a cost, of course.

Zephras is in a state of decline, unfortunately. The elemental wind spirits that brought us here to Skywall so many thousands of years ago have vanished, causing us to lose much of the magic on which we've depended for millennia. The island itself is also dangerously unstable, and we've even lost contact with the other island provinces of the shen'dorei. The few Windshapers that still possess the gift of skysight have attempted to contact our brothers and sisters on the other islands, but we have had no response. Many among us are worried that the shen'dorei here on Zephras are all that is left of our people.

Yes, I think you have potential. Maybe I can show you a thing or two.

The skyborne before you sways unsteadily, clearly very inebriated. I used to be a sailor you know? Before the trouble started. The skycutters used to run between the islands. Now its unsafe or some such, or so they say. I see the High Order and the Windshapers have their skycutters running again, but I'm stuck here, grounded! What aren't we being told! He turns and yells loudly at the innkeeper. WHAT AREN'T WE BEING TOLD, DONAAL!?

In all of our years dealing with the wind spirits, at no point did they speak of the Windlord as a figure of reverence. They acknowledged the existence of a being named Al'Akir, but they avoided invoking his name, almost as if they feared him. Even if this Al'Akir is an all-powerful "Windlord" or ruler of the wind elementals, my centuries of communion with the spirits has convinced me that at the very least he is not universally loved amongst the denizens of Skywall. I fear that attempting to treat with Al'Akir could merely hasten our doom.

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.

There you have it, you can now craft your very own Mana Well. 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.

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.

What are you looking for?

This banner and blade piece belong to the naga! They must have come down the coast from the north. We cannot let them establish a foothold here. The pressure from both directions would be too much for Razor Hill.

Many disagree on this point. I believe that simple communication is the key. The songs of the wind rang so clearly to us when the spirits where still here. Since they left, its grown quiet and our power as windshapers has weakened. However, there are those of us who can still hear something. A hushed tone. Fragments of a melody. Those that can still hear and see into the elemental planes must grow in strength. I believe that is the key to our salvation.

Well met, hero. You may speak to me unless you have direct business with my mistress Magatha. I deal with most of her tasks for her so she can concentrate on more important matters. Perhaps there are some things we could discuss before you seek audience with her?

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?

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

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

The earth keeps many secrets, hero; it is our duty to ensure that those that must remain a secret for the good of all stays as such.

<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.

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

<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.

Do not presume to speak to me as though you are my equal, hero. Sylvanas is my queen, and I will do as she bids. If you do not show the proper respect, I assure you, we can find a more than suitable place for you in the Nether. But there is no reason we cannot have words if you wish to aid the Dark Lady...

Greetings, hero. I can show you how to weave magic about yourself to change the appearance of your equipment, if you so desire. Do you wish to utilize my services?

The Dark Lady has put the challenge forth. Now it is up to the Royal Apothecary Society to develop a new plague. We shall bring Arthas and his wretched army to their knees.

I am Vol'jin, of the Darkspear. Do you be friend, or enemy?

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.>

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?

<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.

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

<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...>

<Lady Sylvanas Windrunner regards you silently.>

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

<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.