A Land Filled with Hatred

The satyr, a disfigured, evil aspect of the night elves, now infect the sacred lands once traveled by Cenarius. I cannot speak for the night elves when it comes to all the atrocities those demonic creatures have committed, but I have sworn an oath to the Earthmother to aid the elves in ridding the land of such a nuisance.

I am sure you would prove yourself if you aided me in purging them.

Northeast of here, you can find the Haldarr clan. Return to me after you've tested yourself against their power.

How goes your battle against the satyr, <class>?

Are they as strong as you thought? Stronger? Or perhaps they were nothing to your own might.

Well done, <class>. I see you're not only skilled but cunning. To defeat such creatures is a testament to your loyalty to the tenants of the Earthmother, even if you do not recognize her as your own deity. She is in all things on this planet and beyond. Her eyes, one dark and one light, travel across the skies always gazing down upon us.

Please, take this small amount of coin in appreciation for what you have done.