For eons, we watched over the Dream. We suffered onslaughts and defeats, but we must hold here. The flames cannot reach our heart.

Razor Hill is a place of sanctuary for young orcs and trolls in training, and traders on the roads of the harsh land of Durotar. It is my job to keep it that way.

I am Cenarius, and I am the Lord of the Forest. I taught the night elves how to fully embrace nature as druids, and I defend the Emerald Dream. My path has not always been an easy one, nor have I always been on the correct side of wars. But I have returned, stronger than ever. I will stand with Merithra and the dragonflights as they help bring the World Tree into Azeroth.

Well-met, adventurer.

Welcome to Zen'shiri Trading Post!

We have been spread thin these past ten thousand years. Ruins crumble. Books disintegrate. All of the recent developments in the isles have made our task more important than ever! These Kirin Tor mages have been particularly helpful in securing our ancient spaces, even if their apprentices are somewhat... excitable.

Keep moving, void elf.

Look for The Wyvern's Tail, just outside the Hall of the Brave.

Welcome, druid! Looking to participate in the Brewfest Chowdown?

What are you looking for?

You didn't think retirement would keep me out of the game, did you? My eyes aren't what they used to be, and my hands are certainly less steady... but they can hold these reins! This whole Dragonscale Expedition is quite the operation, and I've a mind to do my part! As for the Azure Span, well... it reminds me of some of the best places I've ever been.

The Zen'shiri Trading Post is located in the Valley of Strength. You can find all sorts of things there.

Whoa! These outfits and weapons are somethin' else! Every month Zen'shiri Trading Post gets new stuff and displays them here.

I've bagged enough trophies to last me ten lifetimes! Take Tiny and Junior here... Sure, I could put their heads on a wall as easy as pulling a pint of Dun Morogh stout, but it'd make my job as a wagon driver significantly harder! <Nesingwary laughs.> I suppose that makes me something of a conservationist!

<Findorn's face is a mass of webs. Pale, dull eyes peek out... but they blink once slowly at you.>

Lok'tar ogar, soldier.

Tell me what you want, and make it quick.

<Ebona looks like a pile of rubble. A faintly glowing and mud-like poultice is barely holding her together. Ebona's eyes are still and do not respond to light or movement.>

I'm not sure what I expected to find, comin' here. Adelgonn and her people have built a beautiful life for themselves. She cares for her people, an' that I can respect. Now that we're here, we should help her, adventurer. If she once was the Stoneward, then her people should still have the skills and resources to repair the Coreway. She an' Baelgrim have a complicated his'try I have no doubt, but they must put that aside now.

Things used to be so much better... what happened to us?

The Ebon Blade stands ready.

I regret coming here. Adelgonn must have seen your Dalaran crash and the smoke rising from Dornogal. If that did not make her care about our plight, nothing will. I will acquire the needed resources myself, even without her help if I must.

Which one?

Treagor's body is crisscrossed with cracks and nerubian poison has almost corroded away his hands and feet. However, fresh and thick mud paste holds him together.

I am vastly curious about your people's origins. This isle hasn't seen outsiders for a long time. In a way... I've been waiting for your arrival. You are the sign that we Unbound have been seeking.

So much has been lost by the night elves, and so quickly. Now there is finally a chance to heal and to grow. First we face Fyrakk. Then my dearest wish is that there will be opportunities for new growth... new life... and a new future.

I swore that the tree would be kept hidden and safe in the Dream. Now all we have worked for is under threat by flame. I will not fail. I must not fail. If you do not fully understand what is at stake, I can show you. The Dream as we know it might change forever...

<A heavy tome floats before you. What do you wish to learn?>

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

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?

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.

A torn page rests here. Instead of a diary or journal, it appears to be a piece of sheet music, unfinished. There's an almost wistful undertone to the tune as you hum it to yourself--it's half an ode to strength, cleverness and battle prowess, while the other half seems a yearning for the same.

Oh, hey there! I've been waiting for someone to come along! Lorewalker Cho told me to sit here and tell stories to anyone who would listen, as a part of my apprenticeship to be a Lorewalker. I thought maybe he was pranking me, but here you are! Would you like to hear a story?

She wants nothing more than to dictate my future for me. Why must I cleave my fate to whatever mother wishes? I'm not alone. There are others that feel the same. Quel'Thalas is beautiful, but it is only the smallest part of what's out there. My friends, my confidants... we only wish to fly as free as the arrows from our quivers. The world is so much larger than just these forests. Is that so hard to see? Is it so impossible to believe that anyone would wish to experience more of it?

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?

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.

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.

I am ready to order.

I'm craving a pretzel.

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

I'm craving a pretzel.

I would like some soup.

"Magic is our birthright. Our people have plumbed the secrets of the arcane since the dawn of our race. And yet, in the wake of our empires collapse, at a time when magical knowledge and understanding should be our only way to prevent such calamity from happening again... our kin shuns this sacred responsibility. So it falls to us, to discover, learn and safeguard ourselves against the magical powers of this world. May we understand and wield what we find with mastery and responsibility." - Dath'remar Sunstrider, revealing the Omnium to his people.

I would like some soup.

Thank you for choosing the Bank of Silvermoon. What may I do for you today?

I would like some soup.

I'm craving a pretzel.

I am ready to order.

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.

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.