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 my Haven. Do let me know if you require anything.

Hal'hadar? How do you know that name? She takes the battery from you to examine it, holding it carefully as if not wanting to drop it. I do not know much about them. Even when I was a member of the Shadowguard, I rarely encountered them. The only Shadowguard who did were those with high enough clearance called in as security for their operations. All I know is that they were Sal'hadaar's research division. Where in the cosmos did you find this?

And the Lightveil stand at the ready. Our landing zone might be hot when we arrive in our enemies' territory, but my soldiers will be prepared.

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.

Ooooh, teacher's pet, are you? Is good. I like animals. There only one secret to candlecraft. ... You listening?

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!

The Umbrawarden ignores your approach, staring off toward your camp.

I'd refer you to the plaque there on the Omnium. It summarizes Dath'Remar's intentions quite nicely. But in short, his reasons were many, his ambitions bold, and his purpose as clear as the skies over Eversong. Dath'Remar saw much in his youth and he dared not shy away from the magical forces of our world.

A little stuffy here. At least we're not in a ballroom.

I'm craving a pretzel.

Did you know that with a beefy enough hydraulic press and a little help from our patent pending stabilization process, you can compress all this worldsoul nonsense into a nice, compact, and, most importantly, marketable crystal that's got a fragment of somethin' important in it? Mostly just quotes from big wigs, it turns out, but who doesn't want to have the Lich King on something that could reasonably be considered adjacent to speed dial? They also only work in delves for some reason, which is why we set up shop here.

I'll tell ya, the only proper way to hunt is when yer good an' goggled!

No one's ever stolen anything out of here. Not in the whole history of... the whole history!

I am ready to order.

Welcome to the Bank of Stormwind. We offer financial accounts and safety deposit boxes for valuable items. Do you already have an account with us sir?

If you seek training in the Old Ways, I cannot help you.

What you need, little adventurer?

Welcome to the Bank of Stormwind. We offer financial accounts and safety deposit boxes for valuable items. Do you already have an account with us sir?

I would like some soup.

Heading back to Stormwind, are ya? Give my best to Chrovo when you arrive on the docks.

How may I help you?

I'm an expert in all things professions. You need me to blow your mind?

This not junk. This treasure!

I am ready to order.

Bring me a drink!

The Illidari are prepared to serve.

How may I help you?

How may I help you?

I would like some soup.

I'm very busy at the moment, Champion. Is it important?

How may I help you?

How may I help you?

Choose your ingredients.

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.

Bring me a drink!

Welcome to the Holiday Hub!

Danger's part of the deal, but so is unprecedented profit.

Do you require something? I am quite busy tending to my lord's hawkstrider.

Hey there, sparkle. Care to make a request? I have a space open in the queue.

We struck the blow against the Void that we had hoped. But the cost...

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.

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.

Thank you for choosing the Bank of Silvermoon. What may I do for you today?

Welcome. I offer some of the finest goods imported from the human lands of Westfall.

These domanaar make for unlikely allies. Most were wronged by Xal'atath in some way, or have ambitions beyond what she has to offer. The enemy of my enemy, I suppose.

The ethereal says nothing as she stares out over the Voidstorm.

The ethereal is busy tinkering with something.

Too tired for new statue. Come back later. Unless you just want make this one bigger. Can do that easy. Just throw more wax. I sleep, you do.

I've got all sorts of holiday goods. Are you ready to start decorating for the holidays?