The First Rule of Adventuring: Don't Stand When You Can Sit

My search did not take as long as I had feared, for the Cauldron Born are well known in Kalimdor. Although I do not know how much time I have before whatever it is that is supposed to happen happens (sometimes I do wish the Earthmother could be more specific in her whisperings...), I wasted no time in approaching the Cauldron Born guild hall.

How they would treat a strange visitor, and whether or not they would be friend or foe, was completely unknown to me. But just because I had found the Cauldron Born with such ease did not mean I would always be able to. Complacency is a luxury that will be in short supply in the coming days, and I would do well to wean myself from it while I can. Powerful forces are at work in Azeroth, from Ragnaros in his molten core, to Nefarian’s plottings with his lair, and the face of the world could change overnight.

And besides all that, my hooves were aching.

The welcome I received was a warm one, and while I could see these individuals were truly heroes in their own ways, I remain uncertain about what role they will have to play.

Speaking with two of their druids, Traine and Verdin, I learned that the druids of Kalimdor have been shuttered from the Emerald Dream. That is troubling news, and I will have to speak with Hamuul Runetotem and Cairne Bloodhoof about it.

But worlds are not saved on empty stomachs! I had the pleasure of enjoying the first hot meal I’ve had in ages, provided unerringly enough by a forsaken mage, Kelfiona. I was wary about eating something prepared by someone who lives in constant fear of having their skin fall off, but Kelfiona looked well enough, for an undead girl.

And the stew was quite delicious, especially the chewy bits!

The Sleeper Awakes

Years have passed since last I set foot in Mulgore, and much has changed. I have felt the bones of the earth groan as war rages through Azeroth, yet that is like the buzzing of a fly when set next to the troubling whispers I have heard in the Emerald Dream.

A cataclysm hangs over this land, a potentiality whose precise nature eludes my understanding. When I was sent from the Dream, I had but one solid clue: a name. And so I settled my foot upon a darkened path, not knowing where it went nor knowing what purpose would be served.

But I do know that now is not a time for dreaming. I can no longer rest upon the knowledge that tomorrow will bring a new day, brimming with all the possibilities of a new future. No, a heavy weight has settled across my shoulders, and though I once struggled to shrug it off and silence the voice in my heart that spoke the difficult truths, I now embrace my burden and pray that my years of willful ignorance have not lead to irreperable harm. Indeed, I can no longer deny that it is my actions and decisions today that will decide tomorrow.

My path is lit by the name I took with me from the Dream, a name to which a voice in need had cried out. My journey will truly begin when I find the Cauldron Born.