Gnomish engineering at its finest! S.T.O.U.T. took the abuse like a champ!

Hey there! You look like you can handle your brew. But can you handle your brew mug? We like to keep things lively around camp, and nothing says fun like a good old-fashioned mug toss! Think you've got the aim to hit S.T.O.U.T.? Just grab a sampler, take a sip, and see if you can land a hit. It's trickier than it looks, but that's half the fun. Step right up and give it a shot!

This is the Coren Direbrew's drink? The brew he wanted more than anything to submit at Brewfest? Well, officially we can't recognize this submission, but out of respect for a fallen brewer, perhaps I'll have a taste...

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

Ralia Dreamchaser is a druid of the Cenarion Circle, an order dedicated to protecting the wilds of Azeroth. Thank you for rescuing her. Her aid is sure to be of use against the ogres.

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.

It's time for us to part ways. I have pressing business further within the Dragon Isles in a place called the Azure Span. Toddy Whiskers of the Dragonscale Expedition could use your help. Safe travels, adventurer. I look forward to our next meeting!

Ah! Clears throat. Welcome to Griftah's decor emporium. After such a fruitful visit to your neighborhood, I, Griftah, have decided to stay in your wonderful neighborhood to sell items of high value to you.

Did you get the roots? Make sure that bear is far away when you pick them.

If you ever find yourself lost, use your Hearthstone to get yourself back to where you should be.

Adventurer, can you hear me? I've discovered a smaller titan device, the Durable Information Storage Container, which can fit on yer belt. I've deduced they'll be able tae play smaller titan discs, granting ye boons ye can use anywhere. Each of these devices need a jump start. If ye kick up enough dust in these delves it should generate a spark that the device will detect and collect. It should be enough tae power it for yer lifetime.

Alaria is nearly starved to death. We need to get her something to eat! Slay some of the nearby wildlife for their meat. Bring whatever you find here to cook. If we can help Alaria regain her strength, she might be able to tell us what happened to the others. I'll stay here and help stabilize her wounds.

I'd refer you to the plaque there on the Omnium. It summarizes Dath'Remar's intentions quite nicely. But in short, his reasons were many, his ambitions bold, and his purpose as clear as the skies over Eversong. Dath'Remar saw much in his youth and he dared not shy away from the magical forces of our world.

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

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.

When it comes to mercenaries, nothing keeps them loyal like a full stomach... and gold.

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.

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

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...

Welcome, shaman! I hope you came with an empty stomach! What's better, or more Brewfest, than sausage and brew? The Brewfest Chowdown is our new celebration of the things that make this festival great. Take a seat and show us what you can eat. If you want more details before jumping in, just ask!

All right, adventurer. I hope you're a good actor, because you're about to play to a very tough crowd.

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.

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

I'm glad you made it out in one piece. Judging by the nearby shipwrecks, I think it's safe to say the missing expedition ran aground here, too. We can't move until we've got the remaining survivors back on their feet. Unfortunately, our remaining supplies have been stolen by murlocs! I need you to recover enough first aid supplies for the wounded. Then we can begin searching for the missing expedition.

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.

I'd say ye've earned yerself a nice break and a brew after all of yer hard work. But don't get too relaxed! There's still plenty to do to keep Brewfest runnin'!

This should buy us enough time to stop the ritual!

Excellent work. Let's get the survivors back on their feet.

Hey there! Are you interested in learning some more about racing rams and ram racing?

The quilboar kidnapped the rest of the expedition and took them to the north. I heard mention of needing more sacrifices for some sort of ritual... Please, you must rescue them!

I've got some good news and some very, very bad news.

Did you recover the first aid kits? Don't take the murlocs lightly.

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.

There's always a need for more kegs at Brewfest, and Kharanos has a lot of kegs they can spare! I'll lend you one of my personal rams. Every time you bring me a keg, I'll give you some tokens. I'll even let you use the ram for a bit longer for every keg you bring me! Take heed! Once you start this, you won't be able to do it again until tomorrow. Are you sure you're ready to do this?

Aww, it's just a stein voucher... Maybe you're just playing hard to get. So here's this year's stein for you. But I suspect I'll be seeing a lot more of you. After all, if you want any Brewfest tokens redeemed, I'm your girl... Or maybe I'm his girl... Oooohhh... or his...

The less said about last year's stein, the better, adventurer. I'll tell you this, our previous supplier, they were shady. Turns out they were involved in some cultist activities... We can't work with people who are trying to destroy the world!! So we have a new supplier and a new stein. Take this voucher to Belbi Quikswitch near the back of the Brewfest camp. She'll give you your free Brewfest stein. She'll also handle any and all other Brewfest transactions that come up during the holiday.

What's happening hot stuff? Got something for me?

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

Alaria says that the quilboar kidnapped other members of her expedition. Chances are we'll have to brave the quilboar's den. That's no small feat. They are far more aggressive and intelligent than the murlocs you faced earlier. I need to make sure I'm not sending you to your death. We're going to have one last sparring session.

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.

We'll make sure Coulston Nereus is properly remembered for his sacrifice. It's a good thing that poison stopped the ogre... otherwise we would've been in trouble!

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

Careful where you step... tiny talons are about! What brings you to the roost?

Welcome adventurer! Would you like to list a crafting order with us today?

Fine work, adventurer. Let's speak with Alaria and hunt down those quilboar.

Did you notice the catapults on our way up? It appears the ogres plan to attack our allies below. Lindie anticipated something like this and provided several bombs to handle siege weapons. Just don't shake them too hard.

From what I can gather, the quilboar are performing a shadow ritual on one of the expedition members. Their chief is Geolord Grek'og. He is the one who seeks to drain the life from our friend. Slay Grek'og and save the captive member of the expedition. He may know where the others were taken.

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.

Hey there, good looking! What can I do to help you out?