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, Hero, 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, Hero, and it is now my turn to repay the debt.
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