The Deadwood dwell by a pond born of Mount Hyjal's snow melt. That water is pure, strong with the mountain's breath. We use it for our draughts and to save roots from death. Here, the springs run slow. Our source must be saved, and used with care. But their pond flows with life, it could fill our den twice over. Bring me a skin filled with that water, friend. Spirits will bless your steps, and our den will drink deep of the mountain's gift.
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