Amberpaw Bounty

I often find myself staring?a bad habit for a guard, is it not? Yet I can't help it; my eyes drift to the trees. As the leaves fall, the breeze carries them into a whirlwind of battle, of dance?just as if the leaves themselves would duel.

<Gaspar smirks, looking past you to the unfolding scenery.>

Mh, I used to be a painter before I picked up arms. A necessary sacrifice in the days we live. My remote home, now abandoned, while I guard this tower day and night. And though my eyes behold beauty, my ears are tormented by that maniacal laughter.

I cannot leave my tower. Even with Stormwind so close, the Merchant's Highroad is still plagued by those dreadful gnolls. I ask you, please, dispatch some of their numbers for the peace of my mind.

I miss holding a brush...

I hope the poor merchant was simply robbed and not beaten for blood?or worse. Alas, you have done your part, and for that, I am more than thankful. There is little I can offer, but take this. It was the last painting I did.