Beneath the shattered stones of that watchtower lies a cache we buried in haste, when the world was starting to burn. What little we carried from Hyjal rests there still. Take it--you have earned that much. The pull is increasing... the mountain no longer holds me as it once did. I am unsure if we will ever speak again. Because of you, I remember who I was, and who we were. Go with my thanks, and let this spirit finally be at peace.