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.

My brother said we could make great money with this trade route, but he didn't tell me I would be the one living on this side. If you come back this way on the Zeppelin, could you bring me something to eat? They sell some of the finest meat in Orgrimmar, and I sure could use something that didn't die weeks before it stopped moving.

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

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.

Greetings. Our bats are well trained and fed. You'll not find faster.

<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.

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

That trainer can be found in a house near the High Order dock, on the southeastern edge of town.

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...

Praise to the Banshee Queen, it isn't often I have visitors out here.

Which class trainer are you looking for?

The bank and auction house can be found on the western side of Valanaar, near the Windshapers' skycutter dock.

Rest your weary bones for a spell.

Would you rather trust your goods with a goblin?

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.

You are back? And... alone?

Flutterflies are normally docile and calm, but rub them the wrong way and sometimes they'll surprise you.

I will make the cult pay for every drop of druid blood they have spilled this day.

We are holding them off for now, but they have greater numbers and our fighters are starting to get tired. We need to do something to break the stalemate, and do it fast.

Treat the wind rider well as it takes you to your destination. May your ancestors watch over you adventurer.

They were here for the pylon? But to what end? We were not the original reason for their attack? <Elegael trails off shaking with rage as she reads.> They murdered my people because we were an inconvenience! I shall tear apart every cultist with my fangs! I will make sure none leave this place with their lives. Go, swiftly! If the orders truly originated in Valanaar, it means it is likely a traitor hiding there. Give the missive to Lotheluum in Valannar and tell him what has transpired.

I... am very sorry to hear that my nephew is dead. I thank you kindly for recovering this, and bringing it to me. It's not common that such capable young shen'dorei come down from the highlands. If you need work, please speak with Valennia Stormfist, the captain of the peacekeepers here in Valanaar. These days we need all the help we can get.

We could try and send peacekeepers to directly engage the cult forces, but we would not fare well against them in open battle. We are going to need a different approach.

We fought hard to get this far but it isn't over yet.

I have a small matter that requires just the kind of assistance that an adventurer like yourself can provide.

I watched you take down those bandits from the window. Not bad.

<Elegael's face pales as you relay the fate of Jorel and the condition of the rest of the druids.> No... no! This is far worse than I had-- <Elegael chokes back a sob, and grits her teeth letting out a pained snarl.> They will pay. They will ALL pay. Anyone who allies with the Al'aketh will feel my wrath! This I swear.

May I help you locate something, citizen?

We are as ready as we'll ever be.

I'm sure there are more of these critters around Valanaar, but every enchanted skyhopper we stomp out makes the city just a tiny bit safer.

This stuff can be a bit messy and it tends to get everywhere. You'll probably be shaking this out of your trousers for weeks, unfortunately. I do appreciate it, though. I've had this on my to-do list for weeks, but getting too far from the house when it's just me on my own with bandits lurking everywhere is a big risk. Don't bother asking me what I use this stuff for. Things. Stuff and things. Don't worry about it.

Windsong Crawler meat is common enough here but it was something of a delicacy on the islands of Anvilas and Siroccas. Was a time, back when the skystreams were open that the locals would mob me for the stuff when I'd make the trip to Shen'dramar or New Eldre'naar. Not been able to visit those places in... well... a long time.

What is that you have for me? Oh... oh no.

<Valennia looks gravely wounded.>

The construct? It's been wandering around the fields for decades. Since the wind elementals left us, I think. Alvarion suspected that it used to haul harvests to market, or maybe tend to livestock back before this was an orchard. That could have been a thousand years ago though. In the old days, the Windshapers used to maintain these constructs. We've talked about petitioning them to come and take a look at it, but it's never been a pressing concern to us. Mostly we just ignore it these days.

We paladins must earn our place amongst our Forsaken kin each day, lest we be judged as fanatics like the Scarlet Crusade. The light is not simply a tool of our foes, but a conduit for our righteous fury! It is in our devotion to the Dark Lady and the love of our home that we may channel the light to bring justice to our enemies. The Banshee Queen keeps a close eye on us. Let her. She will see that our resolve shall never waver. We are Forsaken!

Excellent work. Only good things can happen by eliminating the cult. Hopefully this sends a message that the Nightclaw are not to be trifled with and that our resentments run deep. I suspect you have your work cut out for yourself, taking on the cult. If you gather more ears bring them here.

I'm glad you made it back. That group of Al'Aketh looked like stone cold killers. Thank you for your aid, I'll include your assistance in my report when I return to Valanaar.

Which profession?

<Vayn nods at you.>

How may I be of service?

Thank you for returning these weapons, adventurer. I will get to work repairing them for the next wave of recruits.

Yo, what do you need?

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

I can train you in First Aid techniques.

What are you looking for?

Greetings, citizen.

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

Are our brethren's lives truly worth so little to you, Haalien?