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

Greetings, druid. I can assist you in recovering lost companions.

My friend Nida lost her necklace, and we can't find it. We've been fishing all day right here, and we looked around here already. The only thing I can think of is that it fell into the lake. Our parents don't want us to swim in the lake... my mom says there's some mean things underwater, but you look like you aren't scared of mean things. Could you find it for her, please?

More of our citizens go missing every day. We think the gnolls are responsible, but we have no idea where they are taking them! If you are to help us defeat the gnolls and find our people, you must be properly equipped. Unfortunately, we are all out of gnomecorders. Without a gnomecorder, there is no way for us to communicate with you when you are in the field. Our last good gnomecorder was stolen by marauding murlocs last week. You will have to go to Lake Everstill, east of here, and recover it!

Headed out to Lake Everstill? You'll be happy to know that we currently have a bounty on murlocs. Kill as many as you can and be rewarded! Any murloc will do. All you need to do is kill indiscriminately. You'll find Lake Everstill directly east of Lakeshire. It's the lake. Has water in it... Any of this ring a bell?

Great work adventurer. I knew you weren't useless. Here, take one of these. We deathguards have piles of these things just sitting around.

If you're going to be an asset to the Forsaken, you need to learn how to fight. And there's no better target than the Scourge minions that continue to pester us. The wretched ghouls and Rattlecage skeletons that roam the north and to the east are former troopers of the fallen Scourge. They should prove to be an even match for a fledgling mage like you. Do not tarry - when you are done, speak to me again.

Another Alliance recruit, eh? I'm Marshal McBride, commander of this garrison. We don't see many of your kind here, draenei, but we could sure use the help. You've arrived just in time. The Blackrock orcs have managed to sneak into Northshire through a break in the mountain. My soldiers are doing the best that they can to push them back, but I fear they will be overwhelmed soon. Head northwest into the forest and kill the attacking Blackrock worgs! Help my soldiers!

What have we here? One of the famed Lightforged draenei! Welcome, welcome. Thank you for your service against the Legion, adventurer. Truly an inspiration!

Welcome to Stormwind, draenei. I invite you to explore our fair city. Say, you look like the devout sort. We have a lovely cathedral that will no doubt be of interest! Ah, but that can wait, a bronze dragon has asked to talk to you. She is sitting under the nearby tree, on an hourglass of all things! After that, an emissary of the Lightforged is waiting to welcome you to the city. Sounds like a busy day for you! Have a pleasant stay, adventurer!

In my days with the rangari, I have learned many nuances of skinning the varied beasts of Draenor. Now that I am in Stormshield, however, I find it is much more enjoyable to pass these teachings onto others, than to toil in the fields with the skinning knife. Wouldn't you agree?

My wind riders are trained to fly quickly through the hot Barrens air.

I've got a real problem on my hands. I have a deadline looming for an order of lumber, and I'm running out of time. The wolves and bears north of here have chased my workers away from the bundles of wood that they've already chopped. I've already talked to Deputy Rainer about clearing the animals, but I need someone to go collect the wood for me. If you could collect eight bundles of wood for me I might just make my deadline.

Welcome to the Crossroads, druid. My name is Thork--I lead the defenses here in the name of the Warchief. Please, feel free to make yourself at home. As long as you mind your business, no one should have any problem with you taking up some space. There are many threats to our safety here. If you've already become familiar with the lay of the land, speak to the others here--perhaps they have tasks for you to do.

The times we live in are as fickle as the shifting winds, druid. The ground itself quakes and cries out in anguish. We must remain resolute or we ourselves will be engulfed by the turmoil.

I'm Rezlak, one of Gazlowe's boys. Boss sent me to help the orcs here in Durotar. Things'd been going good except for the caravans. Can't manage to keep them safe! Makes my job a little harder, you know? The last shipment, which they PROMISED would get through, was snatched by the Dustwind harpies of...where was it...Razorwind Canyon? I gotta have those supplies! Follow the big canyon to the south, you'll find the ravine cut right into the west and east sides of the walls.

The Perenolde Tiara is an old heirloom of the Perenolde "nobles" - the ruling family of Alterac before that kingdom fell to ruin. It is said to have been crafted by master jewelers in Ironforge, and fitted with the finest of emeralds. When Alterac was destroyed the Tiara was lost, but there are rumors that an Ogre Mage, Grel'borg the Miser, found the tiara and now wanders the Ruins of Alterac searching for more treasures. We would have you acquire the tiara for us.

The time has come, paladin. With Stormwind secure, we will take this fight to the enemy. To the Highlands! The bulk of our navy has already shipped out, thanks to your work earlier. But Fargo Flintlocke has prepared a seaplane that can make the journey in double-time. Speak with Flintlocke down at the harbor and tell him that you are to accompany him to the Highlands. He will be by the water's edge. Safe journeys, adventurer.

Turning in a bounty?

Try to ignore the firm, feathery behinds of the harpies... the creatures are really quite deadly!

WANTED! "Cap'n" J. Garvey of the Maiden's Dagger Charged with piracy on the open seas, kidnapping, extortion, arson, slavery, et al. Garvey recently arrived in these waters leading a crew of Southsea Freebooters and was last seen assaulting Fray Island. Bring proof of death in an identifiable condition! -- Gazlowe

Gazlowe promised me a promotion if I can help him with Ratchet's pirate issues. The problem is these new buccaneers that sailed in and took over Fray Island, south of here. They're not just after our goods - they've got grudges to settle! The other night they even went after one of our war galleons. I've got plans in the works to deal with the situation, but Gazlowe wants to see quick results. Head over to Fray Island and start lopping off some heads, will you?

I'm running low on linen, adventurer. Do you have any for me?

I've been sent to investigate the presence of more Burning Blade agents here in Durotar. To the northeast, you'll find a cave where the organization trains their new recruits. I'm interested in what exactly they are teaching these neophytes. I only tell you this because you seem to be looking for work. If you're interested in a little coin, sack the cave and return with their spellscrolls. The cave is somewhat hidden: exit Razor Hill from the east, and follow the canyon's eastern ridge.

Those Light-blasted troggs, turning my work site into a wreck! Look at that, there goes another barrel of powder! Ohhh, I wish I could go down there and wring every one of their scrawny little necks! I want to kill them all! This can't be good for my health, all this stress and anger... What have they left me with? Nothing! I'd kill them myself, but my aim's no good anymore! You go into the quarry and kill some of the filthy buggers! I'll pay you! Just hurt them, kill them!

That deadline isn't getting any further away, paladin. Please hurry and collect those bundles of wood.

adventurer! The Warchief has summoned you to undertake a mission of the utmost secrecy. The very future of the Horde is at stake.

We grunts were ordered to charge once more - into a wall of pikes - I could not do it, druid. My weapon slid from my hands and my legs did not move. I am dishonored.

As a member of the Senate and the Explorers' League, I've taken it upon myself to investigate conditions at the quarry. The troggs have run wild! They've made a mess of the Gol'Bolar quarry. As we dug deep into the earth, they poured out, destroying our equipment and trapping many of the miners below ground. We have to get them out of there. I've had mages working overtime to enchant these runes of return. If you can get them to the trapped miners, they can return to the surface in safety.

Greetings! If you are here to access goblin engineering schemata, please know we only interface with certified goblin engineers.

Hello! Frederick's Fabulous Furniture, Pawdo speaking.

You'd better not be causing trouble, adventurer!

The time has come, druid. Highlord Bolvar Fordragon requests your presence atop Icecrown Citadel. Meet me in Orgrimmar, and I will take you to him. I would not keep him waiting.

Lunk came from the Badlands. Other ogres try to make Lunk fight. Lunk hate fighting. Lunk want to learn. Lunk sees machines to the south. Machines made of gears. Maybe if you ask nicely, machines will give you some gears? Then maybe Lunk can have a gear, and learn about machines too.

What? You want something?

The raptors of the Barrens are smarter than raptors in other lands. I think all those smarts are hiding in their horns! If so, then I could grind their horns into powder and use it to make "smart drinks." I'll make a fortune! Here's where you come in: I want the horn from the smartest raptor around. "King Reaperclaw" leads a whole pack of intelligent raptors up on the bluffs north of Ratchet. Bring me his horn! And don't get ripped to ribbons like everyone else I've sent!

Thrall paid me and my boys well for helping out with the construction of Orgrimmar, so I decided to set up a port here. We do most of our business through Booty Bay and Baron Revilgaz.

No orc should ever flee from battle as I did. Leave me to my disgrace. Would that I would die in this tower, but I dread learning what my ancestors think of my cowardice.

Heya mon! Bom'bay be workin' on some new mojo. You wanna try a piece of it? Well, before ya do, Bom'bay's gonna need ya to pick up some jujus. First, Bom'bay needs ya to get some o' the goop from the crabs down by the water. Let me see your hands! <Bom'bay examines your hands closely.> Bom'bay gonna need 5 handfuls. Go on now!

Aw man, this ain't good. Not one bit, mon. Thrall's off to sea, Vol'jin's taking care of business in Echo Isles, and old Master Gadrin is left behind to take care of Sen'jin. And then what happens? Those humans come outta Northwatch Hold and set up camp in our backyard! Lucky for us, they just got here, and they're still setting up their base. You can help out old Gadrin by destroying those big supply crates they carry, and by killing the laborers carryin' them. You'll find'm to the southwest.

Another one of Kaltunk's recruits, hmm? A sorry state of affairs we find ourselves in if this is the best the Horde can produce. No matter. By the time we think you're ready to leave the Valley, you'll be a proud warrior of the Horde.

Who goes there? Your footsteps are not the lazy stride of a guard. A druid, you say? Still brave and free? There's no hope for me, friend. I have lost my eyesight and am no longer fit for battle. I dared speak up while Captain Peake savagely beat one of the prisoners. In return he kicked me in the head. And kept kicking. He kicked me blind, tauren. You'll find Captain Peake at the top of this tower. If you seek justice, bring me his eyes. If he does not part with them willingly... so be it.

Not long ago, a shipment of silver was stolen en route from here to Crossroads. It was meant as payroll to the guards, and we want that silver back. I'll ask around here for clues, but I want you to investigate the scene of the crime. Head west and look for a crashed caravan wagon just north of the road between here and Crossroads. Find out who took our silver and get it back!

That dirty pirate Baron Longshore was the terror of these waters before the Alliance demolished his fleet and rounded up the survivors. Am I happy about it? Do I look like a bundle of joy and good cheer, adventurer? Longshore raided some of my most valuable cargo before his capture. Rumor has it he buried it before he was caught. I want my goods back! Find Longshore in the Alliance camp just south of here and see if you can get him to reveal where my treasure is.

Yet another ship from my fleet has been lost to those overzealous humans from Theramore! Their new Rear Admiral has parked himself right off the coast here. He's boarding or sinking any vessel that doesn't heave-to at his whim. Travel south along the Merchant Coast to his camp. Bring me the medals of the marines and deck hands. Execute his top Lieutenants, Pyre and Buckland. Lay waste to them as they have laid waste to my fleet!

We cannot enjoy our Decor designs without a place to enjoy them from. Behold, the chair. What better way to enjoy Decor than on Decor itself? I cannot imagine something more appropriate. Find me a chair to match this coil. The gearcrafters of Mechagon know the style.

Finally, you are of age, adventurer... of age to battle in the name of the Horde. To conquer for the glory of the Warchief. Yes... <Kaltunk looks you over.> You will do nicely. No doubt you wish to find a great dragon or demon and strangle it with your bare hands, but perhaps it would be wise to start on something less... dangerous. <Kaltunk laughs.> Report to Gornek, he should be able to assign a task better suited to a young warrior. You will find him seated at the fire behind me.

My commander was butchered before my eyes - my brothers dead all around me - I could not fight on. I am so ashamed, druid. I did not avenge them.

We are blessed to live in Harandar, and we treat that as a responsibility. The roots of World Trees wind through these lands, and we must tend to them to make sure that they continue to thrive. I am Cyenna, Charge Nurse of Nordrassil. It is a responsibility I take very seriously.

What do you seek, priest?