To Cure the Withered

Now then... There is an old legend that speaks of a dwarven jewelcrafter who once dwelled in this very part of Grim Batol. His craft was unmatched ? the gems he forged, said to shimmer with the brilliance of starlight itself.

But more than mere beauty... it is said he could shape crystals capable of storing mana ? not only that, but crystals that could be replenished, again and again, without fracturing. A rare and wondrous feat, if ever there was one.

You see where this leads, I trust? Should we recover even a single such gem, our arcanists might unravel the secret of its making. The burden of crafting mana crystals could be lifted... and with that, perhaps, we could better tend to the Withered.

If you would brave the ruins and seek any trace of these enchanted stones ? a fragment, a clue, or best of all, a crystal still whole ? it would be a boon to our people beyond measure.

Is there truly no hope left for our kin?

You've found it... By the Sunwell, I can scarcely believe it.

<Ranger Feallina lifts the crystal, tilting it toward the light. The sun dances across its flawless facets, refracting a cascade of colors.>

This... this is no mere gem. It is a masterpiece ? a testament to craftsmanship long thought lost.

You have our deepest thanks, <class>. We will move swiftly now ? the rangers and I shall descend upon the site and recover as many of these crystals as we can... before reporting back to Lord Theron.

You have rendered a great service to the Quel'dorei this day, my friend. May the light of the stars guide your path always.