For eons, we watched over the Dream. We suffered onslaughts and defeats, but we must hold here. The flames cannot reach our heart.

Razor Hill is a place of sanctuary for young orcs and trolls in training, and traders on the roads of the harsh land of Durotar. It is my job to keep it that way.

I am Cenarius, and I am the Lord of the Forest. I taught the night elves how to fully embrace nature as druids, and I defend the Emerald Dream. My path has not always been an easy one, nor have I always been on the correct side of wars. But I have returned, stronger than ever. I will stand with Merithra and the dragonflights as they help bring the World Tree into Azeroth.

You didn't think retirement would keep me out of the game, did you? My eyes aren't what they used to be, and my hands are certainly less steady... but they can hold these reins! This whole Dragonscale Expedition is quite the operation, and I've a mind to do my part! As for the Azure Span, well... it reminds me of some of the best places I've ever been.

Which one?

Welcome, druid! Looking to participate in the Brewfest Chowdown?

Keep moving, void elf.

Welcome to Zen'shiri Trading Post!

What are you looking for?

Tell me what you want, and make it quick.

Look for The Wyvern's Tail, just outside the Hall of the Brave.

I've bagged enough trophies to last me ten lifetimes! Take Tiny and Junior here... Sure, I could put their heads on a wall as easy as pulling a pint of Dun Morogh stout, but it'd make my job as a wagon driver significantly harder! <Nesingwary laughs.> I suppose that makes me something of a conservationist!

The Zen'shiri Trading Post is located in the Valley of Strength. You can find all sorts of things there.

The Ebon Blade stands ready.

Whoa! These outfits and weapons are somethin' else! Every month Zen'shiri Trading Post gets new stuff and displays them here.

We have been spread thin these past ten thousand years. Ruins crumble. Books disintegrate. All of the recent developments in the isles have made our task more important than ever! These Kirin Tor mages have been particularly helpful in securing our ancient spaces, even if their apprentices are somewhat... excitable.

<Findorn's face is a mass of webs. Pale, dull eyes peek out... but they blink once slowly at you.>

<Ebona looks like a pile of rubble. A faintly glowing and mud-like poultice is barely holding her together. Ebona's eyes are still and do not respond to light or movement.>

Things used to be so much better... what happened to us?

I regret coming here. Adelgonn must have seen your Dalaran crash and the smoke rising from Dornogal. If that did not make her care about our plight, nothing will. I will acquire the needed resources myself, even without her help if I must.

I'm not sure what I expected to find, comin' here. Adelgonn and her people have built a beautiful life for themselves. She cares for her people, an' that I can respect. Now that we're here, we should help her, adventurer. If she once was the Stoneward, then her people should still have the skills and resources to repair the Coreway. She an' Baelgrim have a complicated his'try I have no doubt, but they must put that aside now.

Lok'tar ogar, soldier.

Well-met, adventurer.

Treagor's body is crisscrossed with cracks and nerubian poison has almost corroded away his hands and feet. However, fresh and thick mud paste holds him together.

I swore that the tree would be kept hidden and safe in the Dream. Now all we have worked for is under threat by flame. I will not fail. I must not fail. If you do not fully understand what is at stake, I can show you. The Dream as we know it might change forever...

I am vastly curious about your people's origins. This isle hasn't seen outsiders for a long time. In a way... I've been waiting for your arrival. You are the sign that we Unbound have been seeking.

So much has been lost by the night elves, and so quickly. Now there is finally a chance to heal and to grow. First we face Fyrakk. Then my dearest wish is that there will be opportunities for new growth... new life... and a new future.

<A heavy tome floats before you. What do you wish to learn?>

Welcome to the Bank of Silvermoon, sir. Would you care to access the depository?

Of course I did and not just for the Omnium either! I lost two brothers and my dear sister when the city fell. All three of them were Magisters... I tried to assist the young prince in reviving... awakening? It was so... cold. But no matter what we tried, it simply... refused. Even with his key-cipher, it did not respond. After it was sealed away, I tried to help the surviving Magisters restore the Terrace... but they insisted I rest. And so I did, for a good many years. Some... not so good. But alas, I have returned and young Rommath was in no mood to try to stop me. Un-retirement is precisely what I needed after all these years!

Welcome to the Lycaneum! You stand in the presence of boundless knowledge and infinite magical potential! I, of course, mean the Sunstrider Omnium. I am but its mere keeper, here to answer and guide all young Magisters in their magical, academic journey. If you have any questions, you but simply have to ask.

Welcome to the Trading Post Inventory Clearance Extravaganza! We've gotta make space in our warehouses for all the new inventory coming in. So you're in luck, adventurer. We are going to pass some savings on to you.

Ah, yes. The Fel Magicule. A forbidden node of knowledge, at least it was. Fel was one of the first magics Dath'Remar credits as his catalyst for creating the Omnium. He saw its potential... and its horror during the days of the Highborne. He saw the creatures from beyond that wielded fel magic. When the time came, he saw the destructive truth of both fel and arcane in those final days of the War of the Ancients. Never again would he allow his people to be blindsided by such a destructive, unknown force. Over time, knowledge of fel and the Burning Legion was shared between the Magisters and the Council of Tirisfal. But beyond a select few, the Fel Magicule was forbidden to study. Oh, how times would change...

Narrows his glassy eyes. An... appropriate question, I suppose. It is--was--a fiercely forbidden node of knowledge, as decreed by Dath'Remar. When we first set upon the shores of Tirisfal, our ancestors encountered a darkness that clung to this land. The whispers drove many insane, feeding upon our paranoia, instigating fear and jealousy among our tired kin. Dath'Remar sought to understand where this magic came from and so he sent out the first of the Seekers. Few know what they found or encountered, but it was enough for Dath'Remar to stop its study. Only the most trusted and accomplished Magisters were permitted to plumb the knowledge within the Void Magicule.

Ah, adventurer! We meet again! Is Riftblade Maella's strike force heading out? We stand at the ready.

According to Veldharin, the first Seekers of Knowledge investigated the dark presence our ancestors felt in Tirisfal. No one knows specifically what they found, but apparently only a few of them returned with their minds intact. Whatever they saw or found was enough for Dath'Remar to outlaw void magic. Do you think Umbric has peered into it? Do you think we'll be allowed to?

Well, when I insisted on asking a question, I meant about the Omnium, not about myself. But if you're so interested... I am Custodian Veldharin, appointed as Keeper of Knowledge by Grand Magister... er... who was it again? Grand Magister Mo--no, it wasn't her. Uh... well, regardless. Several Grand Magisters ago. I've clearly lost count. After the Second War, I was... encouraged to retire. Apparently, Anasterian wanted me to "enjoy the many days I had remaining." Which was his way of saying I was far too old for the position. So, I moved to live with my daughter, Elsharin. She served as a Seeker of Knowledge and Magisterial Ambassador to the Wizard's Sanctum in Stormwind.

Welcome to the Trading Post Inventory Clearance Extravaganza! We've gotta make space in our warehouses for all the new inventory coming in. So you're in luck, adventurer. We are going to pass some savings on to you.

Welcome to the Trading Post Inventory Clearance Extravaganza! We've gotta make space in our warehouses for all the new inventory coming in. So you're in luck, adventurer. We are going to pass some savings on to you.

I heard the ghost of Dar'Khan was spotted in the library! Is that true? Did he really try to blow up the Omnium?

I hope you didn't come alone. The host is pulling reinforcements from the Void faster than we can kill them. If we let this turn into a battle of attrition, we've already lost. Fortunately, their Summoning Pylons are fragile. Shatter them and send their forces back to the Void. Take my cloak, it will help you get close, maybe even get the drop on some of these fiends.

Hello, my friend. You looking for something rare? My friends and I, we travel. We bring you the fruits of those travels.

Archmage Y'mera appears to be lost in thought as she traces arcane runes through the air.

Unfortunately, I don't think you're quite ready for an upgrade. It's important to really get to know a house before you go making big changes. When you're truly ready to take things to the next level, we'll be here ready to make sure everything is plumb... and level.

Always looking for work, if there's work to be had. And it seems you've done your part, so now we'll do ours. Just say the word, and I'll put the boys to the task.

How may I help you?

These weak minded fools are beginning to bore me, but I will persist as is socially expected. Where did that waiter go? I need a drink for this.

I don't blame the Grand Magister for exiling those who followed Umbric. But I'll never forget the stares or the hatred in their faces. Years later, and some still bear the same expression... Isn't the pursuit of knowledge the entire point of this place?

It feels good to freely roam the Terrace again after all these years, despite the disapproval of some of the others. They can glower and frown all they want. It's not like we're going to exile them for expressing a difference of opinion...

I am ready to order.