<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.

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.

<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...>

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

<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.

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...

This here is the finest, most state of the art mode of transportation money can build. What? Deeprun Tram? Gnomes? Listen pal, If you believe that garbage then I've got a statue down in Stranglethorn to sell ya. Now, are you walking to Grom'Gol or are you gonna ride in style in this fine flying machine? Your choice.

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.

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.

The Valley of Trials will temper even the weakest into a warrior worthy to join the Horde. Those who cannot rise to its tests will be left to bake in the scorching desert sun.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

You are back? And... alone?

Rest your weary bones for a spell.

Which profession?

Would you rather trust your goods with a goblin?

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.

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

We are as ready as we'll ever be.

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.

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

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

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.

Us know her good. She Mary Edras at inner ring of Rogues' Quarter.

Which profession?

What are you looking for?

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

Greetings, and welcome. I am not very good at smiling, but trust me; I am happy to serve you.

May I help you locate something, citizen?

How may I be of service?

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

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 can train you in First Aid techniques.

<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.

Rest your weary bones for a spell.

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.

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.

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.

Yo, what do you need?

Which class trainer are you looking for?

What are you looking for?

Your interruption is costing me valuable time, this had better be good.

My blades don't glisten, glitter, or gleam, and they'll sing no epic songs about my creations when I'm gone. One thing you can be sure of though is that my weapons will cut down all the knights in Stormwind before losing their honed edge.

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.