Look for Audrey Burnhep just outside the city, north of the Dwarven District, near the lakeside cabin.

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This humble hut? I chose this structure, the center of Har'mara's community, to be close to the roots of the mighty Teldrassil. From its very creation, that world tree, and its roots, have been through hardships of pain and trauma. Despite this, the roots are strong and willing to live on. I look outside and think on our people's hardships on our journey to Harandar. They left behind many blessings. Many of them perished on the way here. And then the madness. Yet we are still here, strong, as our traditions are strong, giving us our identity. As for Teldrassil, the roots will heal in time, as will the entire world.

I remember when I came of age in the tribe. Now I serve as Rootwarden for Amirdrassil. Today we will begin to find your place among the Hara'ti.

Welcome, adventurer. It is a grand day of most importance to you -- A coming of age where you will take your place in our society and help maintain our traditions as we follow the path of the Goddess' will.

To find your proper place among the Hara'ti is a great thing. Many look to me because I followed Orweyna into the outside world, but it was not as they think. Many returned with scars from our journey, but you only hear of adventure. But this is your day. You will add the start of your journey to the Den of Remembrance.

I do miss the adventures sometimes. This is our home, and our travels with Orweyna were harsh, but I encountered things we will never see in Harandar. But you? You are doing the right thing. Tradition must come first.

Fine work today. I know of a few places that could use your help.

I am glad that the earthen found us when they did. But I fear that we may need more than their help if we wish to mount an offensive against the nerubians and Xal'atath.

I dunnae need help, adventurer. <Magni winces in pain. He is clearly winded and injured.> Maybe... just a wee leg up on tae a gryphon or whatever these birds be...

O' course we get stranded here an' the first thing me da' goes an' does is get himself injured. Always got tae play the hero. I hope Dagran does nae get any ideas. But who am I kiddin'? Whisked away tae a far off place an' stranded? Meetin' a tall, dark dwarf when I get there? I can talk me way out o' this. Bring it on, Khaz Algar.

I've got all me books an' scrolls but... Look at all we've lost. All the knowledge stored in Dalaran. All o' the people... I hope these earthen find more survivors. An' I hope that granda' bein' a "thraegar" can help us be friends with them. Maybe they'll have a library too. Wouldn't that be grand?

Xal'atath must be stopped. Let us hope that these earthen do not hinder us.

Death... and destruction. Everywhere. At every turn, I lose more friends. More family. Khadgar. Alleria... Will it end with Xal'atath? When will it end?

The elves have refused me. I shouldn't be so surprised. I rely on you now more than ever, my hash'ura.

Mmm... you look troubled. Headaches? Curses? Or just bad decisions? I treat all three, sometimes the same way.

I know de justice of Zul'Aman and how we deal with traitors. If he weren't my brother, I would take his head and paint my face with his blood for all he's done. But he is my brother. And I'm de hash'ey. Anyone who wants Jan gotta come through me first. Damn it, Jan... I know why he's doin' it. I just... <Zul'jarra winces and rubs the gash where Zul'jan cut her.> I'm de one who can knock some sense into him. I know there's a way.

Welcome to the Dream, champion.

This place is just like Ysera described. Beautiful, but strange. It's magnificent!

Goddess be with you adventurer.

I must verify that you can take care of one of these precious creatures before entrusting you with one of their dream kin.

Dream Infusions are powerful coalescences of dream energy that we can use to bring a creature's essence into the Dream.

The magic of the dream is breathtaking!

Fyrakk's forces are all around us, and we are few in number. Thank you for your efforts in protecting the Dream.

I confess, I have not met them myself. However, Sabellian has provided some helpful information. It seems the netherwing originated from black dragon eggs that had been hidden away on Draenor. When the place shattered into Outland, the eggs were infused with the energies of the Twisting Nether. It... changed them into what they are today. They are now entirely separate from Sabellian's brood... but when you think upon it, they are still our direct kin. I suppose we both have bizarre circumstances surrounding our origins.

We are not alone, adventurer. There are other flights of dragons out there that have yet to make their way to the Isles. Vyranoth has shown in her... unique way that not only can we work with others, we should. Sabellian spoke of a brood in Outland known as the netherwing. I extended an invitation to Valdrakken and their representative has agreed to meet us there.

When we first wrecked on this island, I set my crew to explore. Look for supplies, allies, the like. I can tell ya what we know.

Ula'tek ain't a name I have heard before. If ya ask me to guess, it's a powerful serpent of some kind. A dead loa, maybe. Even when Zul'jin led de Amani, de only stories told of Atal'Utek were of a cursed temple built on a rocky sea. Exiles and criminals sometimes risked de boat ride here to escape Amani justice, never to be seen again.

Zul'jarra should know the history we saw with Zul'jan in the Den of Echoes. That's what he's doing all of this for. Because of what I showed him...

Zul'jan gave her that wound? That traitorous little...

My people, kidnapped! Stolen! Killed! Many more are missin'! And de hash'ey's brother walks free!

Please direct your attention to my khan.

It is time we speak, adventurer.

Ah, Basran. He is a very good bakar, trained specifically to be Sansok Khan's ears. He alerts her for many sounds in different ways, working as an extension of her senses. While on a hunt, Basran supports Sansok Khan by signaling the direction and intensity of different environmental cues to her. He also looks out for anything that needs her attention, from a clanmate's shout to the drumming of hooves to the whistle of an approaching storm. Sansok Khan trains her hearing dogs herself, and has done so since a very young age. In fact, Basran is her third bakar, the son of her first!

I've never met a beast I couldn't win over. I've worked with rockfangs, hornstriders, even thunder lizards! But no animal can beat a bakar in loyalty and honor.

Many different clans full of many different centaur bringing many different supplies... It is almost impossible to coordinate everything, but we do the best that we can.

Clan Teerai are the proud protectors of tradition and good values. This meeting at Maruukai is also our tradition.

My khan is deaf, communicating mainly through a sign language that is shared amongst the centaur. I am but her voice, interpreting for her. While most members of our clan can speak with her without my aid, there are still many who cannot. My role is to enable communication between her and others. It is the highest honor. My words are hers. Except these ones. Please direct your attention back to her.

<You extend a hand to offer Basran pets, but he stays stoically next to his khan. Basran is currently working and you should not pet service dogs on duty.>

Where would you like to fly?

Have you come to prove your prowess to the Shikaar?

I tend to our beasts of burden.

What brings you all the way out here?

Good trade follows trust.

Ready to turn those raggedy old leathers into something worth wearing?

Don't waste my time.

I don't train your kind druid.

I don't train your kind, druid. Find your own trainer before you anger me.

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