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.

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?

Choose your ingredients.

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.

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

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.

What you need, little adventurer?

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.

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

Hi there! Would you like to hear some stories? I'm practicing!

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

Ho ho! Come for your free beer?

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

While I am programmed for gift distribution, my observations indicate that you are programmed for gift reception. Shall we engage in a mutually-favorable transaction?

First need wax. Everyone need wax. No take our wax, though. Find Home-Grown Wax in neighborhood. Wax everywhere if you know where to look. Our wax experts can help you use! Brought most talented sculptors. Give them some extra wax and they make art for you. Even brought tools to teach candlemaking! Will need to fill up cauldron to have enough for workshop. Then talk to Scally, our Best at Candlecraft. He run workshop. See how many candles your town can make! Have more wax than need? Seem impossible, but you can donate extra wax for neighbors at Neighborhood Wax chest. Can take some too if other neighbors donate. Go now! Much need doing.

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...

Good work. Shadow magic can be difficult even for a practiced mage to wield.

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

I can scarcely believe you're gone. They asked me to write something for you, to honor the sacrifice you made. I... cannot think of what to say. Not out loud. Not for them, emblazoned upon a larger than life statue for all to see. Dearest sister, your heart always belonged out there, did it not? How am I supposed to go on without you, Alleria? How am I to lead them, when all I see in their eyes is the grief we all share at losing you?

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.

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.

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

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!

With your recent decor purchase, you are gifted a bundle of goods.

Expressing gratitude. Please accept this as a reward for all your hard work.

So, these were the stones used to bind me? The ogres clearly were concerned about you thwarting their plans.

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

Please... I need... some food...

A giant pit of spiders right on our doorstep! Aren't we the lucky ones?

Our expedition's mage, Meredy Huntswell, is being held by the harpies! We've got to stop their ritual and rescue Meredy. You lead the charge. Kee-La and I will back you up if things look dire.

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.

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in mining?

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...

We did it! We're one step closer to getting off this island. Let's get back to camp and inform the captain of our success.

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.

This should buy us enough time to stop the ritual!

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

Our uni-directional gift distribution threshold has been reached. Thresholds reset daily.

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.

Fine work, adventurer. It's time for you to continue on to the Dragon Isles.

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.

The final page of this journal is splotched and stained as if it were written under the soft patter of rain, the handwriting frantic and rushed. It was my fault Lirath I am so, so sorry I should never have listened, I should never have trained you I should never have indulged your wish Your music brought me nothing but joy and I let you throw it away and I let you try the impossible and now I will never hear it again I will never hear you again I will never, ever forgive myself Ever

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.

You find a cache of treasure, just like the ogres' sign mentioned!

I'm relieved you rescued Meredy. That's one more life saved and one fewer sacrificed. We'll work with her to figure out a plan of action.

Is that mercenary well fed?

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.

It's about time someone showed up! I almost thought I'd have to rescue myself.