Burnt Wheels

<Vyrin appears distressed as she looks in your direction.>

We found a wagon burned down with the corpses of the accompanying escorts nearby and no sign of the refugees. It's... terrible, <name>, it's absolutely terrible!

Please speak to your companion, Malvinah, was it? I am trying to keep people calm as we figure this out, but she is very disturbed. She's spreading panic and confusion among the refugees.

What is it, <name>? Now is not the time.

So, you know about it, then? My scouts have confirmed it.

It's that damned Shadowforge raiding party you found. We should have struck right away, but instead I wanted to prepare... damn it!

It's as if they knew we were onto them. You didn't attack any of them, did you?

Well, no matter. There is no time for regret. It is time to act!

The refugees have been put in cages, and the Dark Irons are preparing to ritually sacrifice them to their god, the Firelord Ragnaros.

We can't allow it, <name>! I'm going to need your help with this!