The Blue Dragonkin

There's someone who might know what's behind all this mess. Way deep in Grim Hollow, there's an old tree?a massive oak that's been standing since long before any dwarf laid eyes on these lands. No one really knows how old it is, but it's always been respected. Quiet. Steady. Part of the land, you know?

But now... we've had word from Wildhammer scouts that a blue dragonkin's made camp under its branches. No idea what he's doing there, but I've got a feeling it ain't random. With the way the land's been twisting lately, his arrival can't be a coincidence. Dragons don't usually stick their snouts into mortal troubles unless something big's going on.

If you're thinking of talking to him, tread carefully. Dragons aren't exactly known for their sunny tempers, and one wrong word could get you roasted. Still? if you can get him to talk, he might just have answers we're not gonna find anywhere else.

A mortal? Here? Speak your mind quickly.

Who am I? Ah, you mortals and your curiosity. I have been known by many names across the ages, but you may address me as Sarthyss Scaleheart. It is not by mere chance that you have wandered into my domain?no, this meeting reeks of fate's design.

And as it happens, mortal, I find myself in need of assistance that only hands such as yours can provide. Strange times, indeed, when a dragon must turn to the fleeting for aid.