In Gunther?s Favor

I sometimes long for Dalaran and of the days I once lived as no more than a mere student of the arcane arts.

When the Scourge shackled me to their dominion, my old memories were the only tether that kept me from losing myself utterly.

I do not intend to burden you with my life's story, <name>, but I already know what this vial is and how it was made, yet I need you to do me a favor before I tell you. Think of it as an equivalent exchange.

Go to the decadent town of Ambermill: Behind its town hall I buried a locket and sealed it with magic.

I will give you a scroll that will erase its warding spell, retrieve the locket, and return it to me. Then we shall talk.

Were you successful?

You had to battle a mage for it?

I presume he failed to speak his name as you slew him, but that ought to be no concern of ours.

You fulfilled your end of the bargain, <name>, and it is now my turn to repay the debt.