Grim Sunlight

Made by the hands of men, the only light still visible across Balor is kept prisoner just under our noses. A lighthouse?a strange form of artificial light. The world is vast beyond the villages of my tribe, and the Earthmother holds many children?but some, she was forced to adopt.

The Horde is no stranger to them either, and as much as I would like to say otherwise, I do not think I will ever look upon them with true empathy. A specter of respect? Pity, perhaps. Nevertheless, I am straying from the purpose of our conversation.

Under the gaze of that lighthouse, you will find many so-called Mystics, though you may seek them elsewhere if you wish.

I task you with slaying as many as you can. The empty shells of fel corruption, and their rotting flesh will serve as nourishment in time, allowing nature to take its course once more.

In time, An'she will return to these lands.

A mercy far too great for scum like them. Take these; they will carry the light of An'she with you through grim lands.