Go to Kodohide Leatherworkers in The Drag. Ask for Kamari.

I'd train you if I could, but you're too much for me. Tell you what: go talk to the tauren Una in the northwestern shops of Thunder Bluff's central plateau. She's got some real talent.

And so it continues, Father Cenarius. Dendrite makes a quick, invisible gesture in the air above him. A slight aura of power falls over him. Greetings again, adventurer. It is time for you to learn the next perspective of nature: the cat. I will put you on the path to understanding this aspect of druidic life, but much like the bear, it is you that must embrace this learning and propagate it.

Good day, traveler. How can I assist?

You found the right place, and you're speaking with the right person! I can jot you down as one of our new associates. No paperwork necessary on your part, I can't be bothered with more of that. All we ask of you is to assist in dealing with compromised deliveries you find out during your travels. Doing so will earn you Merchant's Favor, which you can use to purchase goods and services right here. Here's a bit to get you settled in! Do you happen to have the crate this label came with?

Thank you for helping me out, adventurer. I'll let Camp Taurajo know you were able to rescue me. I'm so lucky you helped, I could have been stuck there all day! This is all I have to spare, but I hope it's useful to you. I'll be making my exit once I make the careful climb down.

The Screeching Canyon is home to a local band of harpies known for their ferocious nature and raiding tactics. They have ambushed the last few supply caravans that have been brave enough to traverse this place. I fear if something isn't done soon, there will be no caravans that will dare make the trek to Freewind Post. Go, slay as many of these harpies as you are able. Return to me once the deed has been done, and I will reward you well for your efforts.

This is wonderful news! I will send word to our suppliers that the harpies have been dealt with. At least that is one less threat the future caravans will need to worry about.

Those wretched harpies! They attacked the last caravan I had scheduled to deliver supplies to Freewind Post. We have enough supplies for the moment, but without more supplies, we'll run short soon. I'm not sure what the harpies plan to do with the extra supplies, but I would be grateful if you would recover them for me. They make their lair west of here. They can be found both at the base of the cliffside and inside a cave at the top.

Thank you, adventurer. These supplies will help get us through until the next shipment arrives.

I can't help you; your work is beyond my own. Talk to Arthur Moore, over there by the coffins. He'll be able to train you further.

Impulse purchases are the most fun kind of purchases!

I am glad you asked! We are far more than just a delivery service, adventurer. We employ and contract craftsman across a variety of specialties and trades, and keep our ear to the ground for any new opportunities to keep their hands busy and goods flowing. We cannot possibly predict the emergent needs of any potential client, so we depend on their crafting orders to arrive to us. You can imagine that this pipeline is... not as effective as we would hope. We encourage any crafters to satisfy these demands and deliver the goods directly to the customers, wherever they may be. Worry not, you will be fairly compensated for your troubles and earn respect among our organization.

What's this? An elf? And you say the Warchief sent you? Thork grunts sharply as he looks you up and down. You look a little skinny to me, but it matters not. Out here you'll either thrive and survive, or you'll die. That is the way of things in these lands.

You look for Josef Gregorian. He in Magic Quarter on inner ring side of green canal.

Thank you for your hard work, adventurer. There has been an uprising in bandits and thieves intercepting trade routes as of late. If you find other crates lying around, please bring them here and we'll handle the rest. Here is your payment.

Fascinating, aren't they? This is the first time I have ever been privy to the secrets of abomination creation. I have been studying these notes, and it appears we need a heart. A massive one! I hear there is a thunder lizard there of impressive size called Stormheart, that patrols along the canyon edge in Thousand Needles. With a name like that it must have the perfect heart. I must have that heart! Oh, also I suggest you bring friends. Stormheart isn't known for being docile.

Truly, this is a fascinating object. It shows indications of being much more than a mere carving or sculpture. While our elders may be interested in observing this artifact, the Earthen Ring are who would carry the most wisdom for our buried ruins and forgotten lands. Seek out Muln Earthfury, a direct approach is fitting for the gravity of what you carry. You can find him and other elders of the Earthen Ring council at the Skywatcher Plateau in northwest Mulgore.

You have returned! Were you able to find the mirkweed plant pods in Mirkfallon Lake? We tauren have used this plant pigment in our paints for generations, so any amount you manage to bring would be appreciated. Though there are many ways to get a red pigment, I find the mirkweed to give the richest and most vibrant hue of the methods I'm familiar with.

Ah, thank you, adventurer. It means much to me to have you venture all the way out there for what must seem a trivial notion from an old tauren, but with your kindness I will have enough pigment for the rest of the season. Thank you for supporting my livelihood, and I will strive to create something magnificent with the pigments you have brought.

So the rumors were true! I expected as much, tensions have been rising along the eastern coast for some time. I knew it would only be a matter of time before conflict crept into our territory. However, I am skeptical that we played a role in the tavern's destruction. Too many Horde civilians rely on that route for trade and travel. Perhaps you could investigate further if you find the time. In any case, today's deed is a victory for the Horde, and a stern warning to the Alliance!

It took the strength of six skilled fighters to defeat one of these creatures, and it still managed to fell four of us before we could put it down. If these monstrous beasts were to appear in greater numbers, the damage that the qullboar could inflict upon the land could be catastrophic.

Impressive, druid. None will doubt my tales when I return to Orgrimmar with this grim proof of the existence of these abominations. Rest assured this glory is yours however, and I will speak loudly of your deeds. Lok-tar!

With the city of Dalaran under siege by their own constructs, this is the perfect opportunity to, let's say, borrow a few samples. Imagine an army of arcane-powered abominations. The Dark Lady would have no choice but to recognize my alchemical prowess. Maybe even grant me head of the Royal Apothecary Society? Go to the city and find the constructs' cores. They are unlikely to give them willingly, so do what you must.

Within the underbelly of the mage city to the north is a traitor to our kind. A necromancer of disturbing talent. He raises an army of undeath right under the Kirin Tor's nose. I care not for the fate of the mage city, adventurer, but this grave knight spits in the face of everything we Forsaken stand for. Put an end to him. Show him no one is beyond the reach of the Dark Lady.

Welcome back, adventurer. I can sense you have met with the Great Cat Spirit and have successfully completed the trial. All druids must pass a trial given by this spirit, though the trials vary by generation. I am proud you have passed and have heeded the wisdom of the Great Cat Spirit. It is an ancient spirit that is as deadly as it is playful, though I can sense you understand the spirit's nature already. I will now instruct you on how to take the shape of the cat.

Ever since the barrier went down around Dalaran, the Kirin Tor have maintained a death grip on the roads. They're paranoid about something, that much is certain. For now, however, the why is irrelevant.

The offering stone is inert now. It appears your ritual drained it of power. To what end, you do not know, but it is over now. The rough stone cracks and crumbles, now devoid of purpose. Something glitters from within the remnants...

Strange implements and items litter the rough surface of the stone. This is surely the offering stone that is mentioned in the note.

The offering stone is ominously still.

The tortured soul lets out a foul energy in the presence of the offering stone. It appears you are closer to fulfilling the ritual.

I will place these adornments with my wife's memorial, so that I never forget her. My blood will always run hot with revenge! You have done me... done us... a great favor, adventurer.

Farm-raised boar, farm-raised crawler... what's next, farm-raised raptor?

Zamja tells me we need more homestyle cooking. If we start selling raptor, she thinks it'll draw in customers who don't usually visit Borstan's Firepit. Her idea is not so bad. But I want something that rises above the smells of our birth villages. We're in Orgrimmar! Borstan should serve a grand take on their familiar favorites. A hunter recently came back from the Wetlands with a giant talon from the thicket raptors in the Excavation Sites. Up for a job?

Which class trainer are you looking for?

Look at the marbling on these! What are they eating up there? Thank you for going all the way and back for us. If you don't mind waiting, we'll cook some for you now, on the house, of course!

Spirits honor you. Have you come to share with us?

This unusual composite shard scatters light like a living prism. Its nature is uncertain, but its power feels ancient. The most knowledgeable minds for artifacts of this bygone age must reside on the Elder rise in Thunder Bluff.

It is a favored sign to have a stranger approach in this manner. I feel a power amidst you... what is this you have brought?

The Dragonmaw are a formidable clan. They're known for binding magic strong enough to make dragons serve, and rumor claims they're preparing some display of it in the Wetlands. Whether truth or bluster, the Deathstalkers can't act on half-formed whispers. Titanic winds carried only that much to me. A deathstalker agent needs a hand in the hills above the Dragonmaw encampment. Meet her there. She'll reveal the next steps.

Do you seek training as a leatherworker?

Where would you like to fly to?

Greeting druid - welcome to the front lines in our conquest of Ashenvale! If you are looking for something to do, then you've come to the right place. I'm always looking for able-bodied individuals to help bring glory to the Horde!

The elements speak to us, druid. They share knowledge that we must learn, and they share secrets that must be kept.

If you want to know about the comings and goings of caravans and merchants here in Splintertree Post, then I am fortunately the orc you are looking for. Unfortunately for you though, I don't like people. If you want something, make it quick.

So you have returned. I hope that you learned much in your journey. It is my understanding that your people are still establishing themselves in Mulgore. While you wait for them, I'd encourage you to explore the territory around Orgrimmar. The Barrens in particular is always in need of eager adventurers like yourself.

I first set up shop in the Magic Quarter, but it was pretty noisy there. This is a definite improvement, barring a few persistent students who still track me down, despite the fact that I've relocated.

What can I do for ya, skyborne?

Hail brother... I'd like a moment of your time, if I may. We tauren have endured much in our trials and tribulations in establishing our homeland. We now find ourselves in a dire shortage of cloth. If you have the materials to spare, I ask that you please donate them. You certainly would earn the gratitude of tauren everywhere in helping us out!

This forest can be confusing! Be careful out there.