Down With the Sickness

Even as I send you to discover the wondrous source of life here, there is foulness tainting the land. The gentle herds of gazelle are falling ill. We are stymied in our efforts to heal the sick and bring balance to the circle of life.

I have sent word home to Thunder Bluff, and through my brethren there, Moonglade. We will have assistance from the Cenarion Circle soon. If you are eager to help, however, I will certainly use you!

Go and track the poor beasts that lag behind their herds. You must hunt them before the lionesses bring down the sickly gazelles to feed their prides. Return to me with samples so that I may study what ails our animal friends.

It is with a heavy heart that I must send you to do this deed, <name>.

Do not delay, the herds only grow weaker.

Thank you, <name>. The sacrifice of these poor animals will help me to unravel this mysterious taint seeping into the grassland and develop a cure for its effects.