On her approach to... everything! Studying historical sites, investigating strange magic, and even preserving relics of power! 'Lady' Darkglen isn't so much keen to preserve our history as she is to understand the darkness that threatens it. Even if that means taking a more destructive approach.

Oh, hello there!

<Mayven closes her eyes as she slowly exhales before looking at you.> Yes, she is. If you're that curious about my familial relations, please feel free to ask her all about it. While you do that, I've got work that requires my attention. These dark particles aren't going to study themselves.

A part of the Reliquary? Me? I'm afraid not. I've always found their work to be rather fascinating--I've even contributed to Tae'thelan's lavish fundraisers that finance his expeditions. But sadly, the High Examiner has never granted me membership. I must have offended him at some point. <Lady Darkglen offers a coy smirk.> And yet, when the need arose for someone with an intrigue for both dark magic and history alike, none were as suited to the task as I was. He couldn't deny my credentials, so in turn he sent Andoren here to lecture me on... well, I've stopped listening to his prattle if I'm being honest.

Oh don't tell me you're also here to side with Lady Darkglen, Priest ?

A small group of us have been studying some relics from the recent assault on the city. The items appear to have been infused with latent void magic, which I believe has greatly increased their potential. The items' physical properties have also been altered, giving them all a striking look! Interesting, isn't it? Once we are sure they pose no threat to our own, we can start outfitting our troops with them and use this power against our enemies!

<Lady Darkglen sighs.> Due to the current climate of Silvermoon, it was unwise to have my usual... entourage here in the city. While dear Blocciniux is away, I have an alternate. Do try to behave in front of him, hmm? He's quite dedicated to his job.

As you can no doubt tell, I am somewhat preoccupied with my research. Unless your question pertains to my work, please direct all matters to my sister, Maren.

<Lady Darkglen tilts her head as she looks you over.> Now, what can an important priest like yourself do for me?

Our banner should be outside by the natural beauty of the goddess, not locked within a hut.

This is such an interesting find!

<Maren glances at Mayven before looking back at you with a smile.> Yes. Twin sister, in fact. We both shared a common fondness for magic, which led us to pursue further studies within the Magister's Terrace. I went down one path... and she went down another. It's been a few years since our fallout, but I'm grateful she's back. She's may be a bit... cold sometimes but she's harmless. Well, mostly. <Maren scrunches her nose as if doubting her own words.>

Welcome, adventurer! Have you been aiding in the defense of Quel'Thalas against the recent incursions? I'd be happy to exchange your hard-earned Field Accolades for the new weapons and armor we've recently discovered. I'm also happy to exchange any Dark Particles you may find during these incursions for Field Accolades. My sister and the other ren'dorei are studying them in hopes of better understanding who and where these attacks are coming from.

After Xal'atath's initial attack on the Sunwell, a hidden cache of armor and weapons was discovered in the wreckage. We believe some of these may have been stashed here since the Legion's takeover of the Sunwell Plateau. It took us a bit to catalogue and check for any unsafe anomalies that may have formed during the years they were hidden, but we've managed to sort through them all. With more volunteers joining the Ranger Captain's strike force, we're going to need all the weapons and armor we can get.

My guards, ha. They are more accurately your guards. It is nice though dat they think three of dem are enough to stop me if I did want to do harm. Mibaza could take them alone. <Mibaza lets out a low growl.>

<Valdred looks back down at his hands.> I suppose this is my fate then. Hah! Part of an undead army. Somehow I never considered that I might end up fighting for the Forsaken. <He looks back up at you.> What do I do now?

Ach, it's hard enough keeping order around here without all these new troubles popping up! I hope you have good news, adventurer...

The undead are a taint upon Azeroth! Every one of you creatures deserves to be destroyed!

Get away from me, you abomination!

How is a locksmith supposed to make a living in a world with no locked doors?

Get away from me, you monster! Don't look at me! I'm hideous!

I can not train you. You need to talk to your class trainer.

Stand back, monster. You want to fight? Because I'll fight you. I'll fight any one of you creatures! Do you hear me?

Oh really? Fine. I don't want to join you and your Forsaken. Maybe I'll start my own Forsaken! Maybe I'll invent Forsaken with elbows!

I... died? Yes, you're right. I died. It was an orc... he cut off my hands, and left me to die. <Valdred looks down at his hands.> These aren't my hands! THESE AREN'T MY HANDS!

Don't let the humans in the Bazaar fool ye lass, with the subway those gnomes built it's easier than ye might think to transport goods from Ironforge. If they try to tack on import fees just tell them yer gonna buy yer gear from me.

What... what's going on? Who are you? What happened to me?

Do not waste my time, mage.

Welcome to Valdrakken, dracthyr!

I go where da food be.

Welcome, fellow traveler. I am Chef Sungshin Ironpaw, Guide to the Ways and administrant to the Halfhill Market. A curious letter made it's way to me in the Valley of the Four Winds, written by Chef Morsel. He informed me that these Isles had opened and that he and his partner would be hosting a garden party of sorts. They would use it as an opportunity to showcase the rare ingredients of the Dragon Isles, as well as the wide variety of cuisines Azeroth has to offer. I simply couldn't refuse a request to exhibit the wonders of our great Pandaria! Please feel free to try my own offerings. We Pandaren are always on the move, so we've found food that travels with you is always the most satisfying.

Who maintained these isles over the eons? We did! And what do we get for it? Nothing!

Are you lost, dracthyr?

Welcome to The Ruby Feast! Chef Morsel and I, the most stunning culinary duo in all the Isles, have prepared and laid out a most various array of flavorful delights! Dig in, dance, and enjoy the festivities!

Hello, friend. Did you also get turned out of your home by the return of the "masters"?

The ingredients I've got are... suspicious at best. Eh, with your help I'm sure it'll be at least edible.

To the south lays Gnarldor Isle, where some burly giants seem to have taken home. They're none too friendly and we give them a wide berth. To the west are the crypts and temples where the snakes emerged from. My crew is a superstitious sort and don't like messing with graves, so we thought to leave the quiet lands alone. We didn't expect venom to spew from the mountains and flying snakes with two heads! You'd best be getting on with your soldiers. I could use your help around here later, but for now it seems we have an outpost to fortify. You're a ray of hope, adventurer.

'Twas a cursed land, even before the snakes emerged. Many a crewmate found themselves attacked by the souls of the dead that wander here, and we've found a number of other Zandalari ships that met the fate of ours. To the north, we've made allies with a hermit by the name of Ofi, an Amani exile. She prefers to keep to herself, but is the only friendly face we've seen. To the east, the island turns to muck and mud, and a combination of murlocs and spirits make their home there. The murlocs have a crazed glint in their eyes... a curse that spread to some of my crewmates as well. As for the spirits, some of them seem friendly enough while others attack you on sight. We've generally found it best to avoid the dead.

We'd been sailing Torga's Beak, a gift given to us by the Zandalari, when out of nowhere a great white serpent broke our hull. My crew acted quickly, and took us to shore before we took on too much water. Would have been better to let the ship sink and swim back to Zul'Aman, but little did we know the trap we had put ourselves in. After establishing ourselves on the island, we built small dinghies to escape--only to find the fogs constantly turning us back to shore. We've spent the last few years making this place a home. We had begun to acclimate, until just a day ago when the foul serpents poured forth from the mountainside. My crew scattered across this cursed island. What cruel winds, for the fog to lift only now.

It be good to see some fresh faces around here. My crew and I have been stranded for over seven years, and we were beginning to believe we'd have to rebuild society from scratch!

All that's left here is me and de captain. De curse I cast keeps us from movin' on.

Train a dog, I said. How hard could it be, I said. I need to stop talking.

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in alchemy?

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in enchanting?

Which Midnight Specialization would you like to relearn?

The Catalyst can infuse great power into items, enhancing them and pushing their potential further than ever before!

A sight to behold, is it not? Since the time of Dath'Remar, the elves have used this great forge to craft armor of unparalleled might. It is said that the flames were first stoked by the soul of a phoenix who thought it a fitting nest, and that its power still weaves itself through every creation. We will permit you to share in its gifts.

What do you seek, priest?

How may I help you?

Silvermoon is grateful for your aid.