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.

Good day. Can I help you? Maybe you'd like to take a look at some plans for artisanal rooms?

This book contains all the information documented on delves and delve-related things.

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

Ah, ye're here! Brewfest is here and we've got a small problem. We can't have a proper feast without the food, but some pesky hozen thought it'd be fun to steal our bags of grub. I'm sure they're just lookin' to fill their own bellies, but it's messin' up our plans! So here's what I need ye to do: hunt down those hozen and take back the bags they've snatched. There's a good chance ye'll find a few bags just sittin' on the ground too. When ye return, just add the recovered bags to that wagon back there.

The Dragon Isles... it's a beautiful place, but also deadly. Let me help you get ready for what's ahead.

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.

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

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in mining?

The feast won't come together without those ingredients!

Hmm, let me check ledger. In candle workshops, this town has made... 5 candles! Needs more. If you want expert opinion.

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.

Greetings. Are you seeking instruction in herbalism?

Nice place you have! Hear you need more candles. Now that I see, sad to say... is true. But we help. I brought our best at candlecraft. You learn, then won't need us!

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 knew I had a good reason to hate homework. My folio tried to fill my pack with mana cakes! And not even the good ones!

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

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...

The Umbrawarden quickly stops talking and glares at you.

Need help finding any tomes in the shelves? Just ask!

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

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.

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?

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?

How may I help you?

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

You're a skilled rogue, recruit. I think you'll prove a welcome addition to the main rescue team.

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?

The Re-Sizer v9.0.1 barely works on inanimate objects. I have no idea what it will do to organic matter! But if we do nothing, Wrathion will die! Desperate times call for massively experimental science, adventurer. Take the Re-Sizer v9.0.1. I'll follow you around and calibrate it. We're going to whip up a giant boar!

Well eaten! Every time you win, you'll receive a token as a reward. Once you collect five, come back to me and I can award you with a beautiful trophy!

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.

You look like a human that needs help finding the scattered members of our alliance expedition! Luckily, you have happened to rescue the one and only Lindie Springstock, inventor extraordinaire! I've got my Scout-o-Matic 5000 all set to go. It'll fly up in the air and let you scout the entire area. I'll give you the honors. Use my Scout-o-Matic 5000 to find the rest of the expedition.

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.

The harpies are preparing for a dreadful assault, adventurer. They plan to attack our allies back at camp! Harpies swoop in and snatch their victims before bringing them back to their nests... to feast. We have to stop them. Slay the harpies and their worgs to ensure their forces are too weak to stage an assault.

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?

Captain Garrick went ahead to find survivors. It looks like she lit a fire. Meet her up ahead to see what she found. I'll look further within the island for survivors... and the source of the magic that attacked us.

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

Coren Direbrew's corpse clutched this small cask tightly to its gut. This must be his infamous Dire Brew!

Welcome to the Stormwind Guild Registry offices. What can I help you with today?

Quilboar are primitive and savage. They rarely practice any magic other than geomancy. But these particular quilboar seem to be dabbling in shadow magic. They must be stopped. Slay the quilboar in the den. They cannot spread this magic in the island!

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.

Nice work there! It takes time to get the hang of controlling your ram. But once you do, you'll wish every ram was a racing ram. What's that? "Where's my reward?" Ha Ha Ha... you got to ride the fastest ram around! You want more? Well how about this... You've been rewarded with the chance to help other people around Brewfest. There's plenty of work, and rewards, for an eager, young, ram racer.

So you want to check out the racing rams? Well I hope you're ready for speed. BUT before I let you loose in the world, you'll need to show me that you can handle these fine creatures. So here's the deal: I'll lend you some racing reins and the use of a ram. You need to prove to me that you can handle using these rams. Keep the ram at a trot, canter and gallop for 8 seconds each. If you need instructions how to handle the ram, talk to my apprentice, Pol Amberstill.

An excellent question! Let's see... We have the Arcane Magicule, of course. Thousands of years of Highborne knowledge gave our fledgling people the resources to prosper in this new land. We have the fire and other elemental Magicules: the natural fundamentals of our very world. We have a curious collection of holy knowledge within the Light Magicule. The High Priests of Silvermoon did much to contribute to its knowledge. And, since everyone asks, there are the forbidden Magicules... Void. Fel. Necromancy... though I have to imagine that some of the restrictions on those may be... loosened. Veldharin's brow furrows in thought.