Greetings mage. Shall I provide you with further insight into the world of magic?

Yes? You have something to report? Well then, let's have it!

Oh, those are lovely! I can't wait to put them in some water! But...these are Martie's favorite flowers. Parker didn't have you go to that jealous vixen for this bouquet, did he? You didn't tell her who they were for, did you? If you did, then it wouldn't surprise me if she poisoned them. Oh, but it's not your fault. Thank you, and here's your meal.

You need a bouquet of flowers? You haven't been in town very long...have you already found for yourself a sweetheart here? I know I shouldn't pry, but it's nice to see that love is in the air... especially in dangerous times like these.

Darcy sent me a lunch, did she? Such a kind heart she has. Well...let's have it!

Thanks, I could really use the meal. Guarding Lakeshire from the orcs and gnolls is tough work!

Look at what has happened to this place! These lands were once occupied by good farm folk. But the damned thieves have driven them all off. Not me, though! But it seems some Harvest Watchers have taken over the fields. If you're up for the work, I'd like you to go out and kill twenty of them. Come back when you're done for your pay. If you finish up with the ones in my field, clear them from the neighboring fields as well.

Heh, so old Verner needs some shoes, does he!?!

Ah, adventurer. I was hoping you'd be prompt in answering my summons. I have an important task that I would like you to perform.

Well done, adventurer. With valiant adventurers such as yourself fighting alongside The People's Militia, Westfall just might return to the prosperous breadbasket it once was. Please accept this in recognition of your tireless efforts.

So, Stoutmantle sent you? Well, I owe him.

So you have heard the first part of the aftermath of the Battle of Mount Hyjal. There is much more to be told and the task you have begun here will continue through the rest of your journey through Teldrassil and into Darnassus.

Stormwind, Ironforge, and Darnassus all have unique peoples and cultures. As a guest of the Alliance here on Azeroth, you should take some time to visit each of our capital cities in turn. Speak with Randal Emerson in the southern antechamber for directions to get you started.

While you were away dealing with our vuldren problem, our resident druid trainer--Xyton Silverwind--left this note for you. Read it as soon as you can, and then seek out Silverwind on the ground floor of this great tree just behind me. Heed his words and his counsel, he can teach you much.

Since the fall of Dalaran and the destruction of Quel'Thalas, wares of this sort have been hard to come by. But Lucan Cordell and some of our other Tradesman have been doing a fine job of filling our orders with quality merchandise.

You're here to help with my delivery? Very good!

I sell only the best gear, tested and true. And the prices are set, so if you want to haggle then go find a Goblin.

The People's Militia has but one goal: To defend the lands of Westfall and return peace to our surroundings. Unfortunately, the price of peace is often blood. One of my scouts has brought word of a band of Defias Trappers wreaking havoc nearby. I have reports of Defias Trapper sightings near the Jangolode Mine to the Northwest as well as at the Molsen Farm and Furlbrow's Pumpkin Farm. If you seek to join our ranks, slay 15 Defias Trappers and 15 Defias Smugglers then return to me.

Those warlocks who came before us have earned the distrust of the Horde, and while we are tolerated, we are not loved. This has not brought the warlocks closer together, however, as many choose to live reclusively, dabbling in their magics alone. I will not seek to lead you down one path or the other, but only help you in your maturation. Before I teach you the art of summoning, bring me six heads of the vile familiars from the cave to the northeast.

You have done well, adventurer. Although the vile familiars were merely pets of the darker powers within the Burning Blade, your success against them foretells greater deeds ahead.

A disturbance has been reported at the Blue Recluse tavern in the Mage Quarter. Strange, invisible creatures now wander the tavern, and I fear a mana rift has formed there. I want you to investigate the tavern and capture those creatures. Use the cantation of manifestation in the tavern to make the creatures visible, subdue them then use a containment coffer to capture them. When you have enough, return to me with your filled coffers, your empty coffers and the cantation.

I sell only the best gear, tested and true. And the prices are set, so if you want to haggle then go find a Goblin.

Well done, adventurer. My scout witnessed your valiant acts. You are proving yourself quite well so far.

Ah yes, the delivery of herbs from Shadowglen. It is a shame Porthannius could not bring it himself, for we have much to discuss, he and I. But I am glad to get the herbs nonetheless, and I am glad you came. While you are here, please, rest yourself. Heroes must keep their strength and spirits high, and must find rest and solace whenever they may. For to neglect one's peace of body and mind is a sure path to failure. So... rest.

Speak quietly and with great care, the wrong word in these parts could get your throat cut. Now, what is it you need from me?

Since the fall of Dalaran and the destruction of Quel'Thalas, wares of this sort have been hard to come by. But Lucan Cordell and some of our other Tradesman have been doing a fine job of filling our orders with quality merchandise.

Are you heading to the south? To Lake Al'Ameth? If so, then I have a task I might ask of you... My colleague Denalan has a camp along the eastern end of the lake, where he is studying and experimenting on the plant life of Teldrassil. He requested a package of rare earths from Darnassus and it was late, only recently arriving here in Dolanaar. Can you take the package to him?

Is Bellygrub still at it or were you able to rid Lakeshire of the pest once and for all?

Ah good, now this will hit the spot. Allow me to take a small break while I enjoy this scalding mornbrew!

Oh dear; I was wondering why I hadn't seen Iverron yet today. And I've always warned him about those spiders...

What is this, adventurer? Oh, I knew Dirania would be able to help me! <Iverron drinks the antidote.> I'm always getting into trouble and Dirania, well, she always manages to help me out of it. I am feeling much better, but I think I will sit here for a while longer, until I feel completely better. Well, that, and I was hoping you'd clear a path for me through those vicious Webwood spiders...

Thank you for finding my necklace mister mage... you are very kind! My kitty thanks you too - isn't that right Effsee?

Industrial sabotage? You've got my attention! We'll start with some dynamite...

Show me those explosives, adventurer!

Hmm... Looking for something specific, are you?

I assume you want a "controlled" explosion? Not as much fun, but a good choice if you want to keep all your limbs. I'm afraid I don't have a remote detonator - why don't you go check with the sneaky folks down at Stormwind Intelligence? They should be able to find us something.

You need something destroyed? Would this have anything to do with your activities in Moonbrook? Don't look surprised. SI:7 stays apprised of all that goes on in Stormwind's lands. If you're planning to set off an explosion in the caves below Westfall, you'll want to be well outside beforehand. Take this remote detonator - it's a recent prototype from our own engineers. Oh - and it would be best if you didn't mention my involvement to your elf friend.

That's it - the bomb's ready to go! Careful with that detonator, now.

We see fewer and fewer travelers from Razor Hill these days. The scorpids were never much fun, but now I hear there are spiders making their nest along the road. If your travels take you up north, kill some of the spiders on your way. Then, let Razor Hill know the path's a bit safer for them.

Have you entered the Burning Blade Coven, adventurer? Did you find my pick?

Hello there! I've got the finest leathers this side of Stormwind. Interested?

Theory and practice are two sides of a coin, adventurer. Remember this.

The Council of the Forest sent a small group of sentinels to the Oracle Tree some time ago. The tree sends messages to our elders, and it falls to us to deliver them to Darnassus safely. I received word that our most recent runner has not yet arrived. The Oracle's messages vary in frequency, but it has been abnormally long. Please head towards the Oracle Glade along the road to the west and check on her. It would have been Eralya Leafshadow's turn, and she is still in training. Elune guide you.

Its a big world down here, and we need our people to start branching out to explore it. That's where you come in. The Kirin Tor is a member of an "Alliance" of like-minded nations. The de-facto heart of this alliance is the city of Stormwind to the south. Elaadrin has asked me to find someone to travel to Stormwind and meet with the regent lord there, a human named Bolvar Fordragon. When you are ready, the Kirin Tor mages have set up a special portal for the High Order to use to access Stormwind.

Ah, you received my message. Excellent. We orcs have a long and turbulent history with the entities of the Nether, but now we forge our own path, in command of our destiny. You, too, can seize the power to shape the future for your people. Where our leaders falter, we are ready to press forward and claim our rightful place. You will be of eminence among the trolls.

Through my divinations, I see that an item of power hides deep within the Burning Blade Coven, guarded by beasts and black magic. It is called the Burning Blade Medallion, and your next task is to find it and remove it from the coven. But be wary, for the medallion may be possessed by an agent of the Burning Blade, and if so then the agent's power would be greater than the familiars you have already encountered. Go, adventurer. You will find the coven in a cave, to the north and west.

Hello, traveler! I hope you are enjoying your visit to our village. I like Dolanaar because it is small and rustic and everyone is friendly. I'm a local trader, and I bring in all sorts of tools and trinkets that might be useful to you in your travels. Indeed, if you are interested in a trade, I find myself in need of some nightsaber pelts. While these majestic creatures are beautiful, the local ones are rather aggressive, so don't feel too bad about defending yourself.

Before we fled Gnomeregan, I made a hard copy of my family's archives. Arcanotechnical field equations, Second War submarine hull designs, Grandma Quikswitch's chili recipe... our greatest accomplishments are in those files. It wasn't until we reached Ironforge that I found a hole in my pack! Several punch cards are gone, and without them the data's too scrambled to recover. The cards must be buried in the snow, somewhere outside Gnomeregan. Could you find them? I know it's a long shot...

From your description of the beast, I believe you must be speaking of Sarkoth! It is no wonder that Hana'zua was overtaken by it. Aid will be dispatched to him immediately, trouble yourself no more with Hana'zua's plight. However, I must say, I am most impressed to hear that you brought Sarkoth to death. It is a feat to be proud of, adventurer. And that you would fight for a stranger's honor, while other tasks occupied your time, your own honor is heightened.

Seeing the deed you have done for me steels my heart. I cannot fall so easily! I must endure! But it remains that I cannot make the trek back to the Den unassisted. Please, adventurer, return to the Den and tell Gornek of my situation. Perhaps he can help me.