Echoes of Nendis

Nendis.

Even after all these years, the name still lingers in my mind. A place where the people of our kind once lived in quiet devotion to the forests and the moon.

When Illidan and his naga came to these shores, Nendis was among the first places to fall. The town burned in a single night. Those who were not slain fled into the wilds? and many never returned. What remains now are only ruins. Broken homes. Collapsed towers. And memories scattered in the dust. The naga infest the place these days. They crawl through the streets where our people once walked.

History deserves better than to be left in their coils.

Go to the ruins of Nendis, to the south. Search what remains of the town and recover what relics you can. Letters, charms, fragments of old tools? anything that once belonged to those who lived there.

Bring me thirty such mementos.

Take care while you search the ruins. Even the smallest relic may hold a story worth remembering.

Ah? yes.

<Talanis carefully lifts one of the objects you recovered, turning it slowly in the light.>

A child?s carving knife. See the worn handle? Used for years. Passed from hand to hand, perhaps. And this? a moon pendant. The silverwork is crude, but earnest. Likely made by someone learning their craft.

<He exhales quietly.>

Thirty small pieces of a forgotten life. That is what you have brought me. History is not only written in great battles and kings, you know. Sometimes it survives in the things ordinary people carried with them each day. Thank you for retrieving these, <class>. The naga may have taken the town, but they will not erase its memory.