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The lifeless hand of the tauren druid clutches a surprisingly healthy looking oaken branch. Examining the branch reveals glyphs of a druidic nature carved into the bark.
As you grasp the branch, you notice it is warm to the touch, more than it should be. The image of the Teldrassil tree enters your mind - Darnassus specifically - and the words "Cenarion Circle" are on the tip of your tongue. It would appear that the suggestion of where to take the branch has been placed within it.
När du kommer tillbaka
On behalf of the Cenarion Circle, I bid you welcome to this enclave, ‹klass›. What business do you have with us?
När du lämnar in
This... this is quite strange. This druid - this tauren druid no less - entrusted you with a great deal of valuable information on the extent of the Scourge's plague. I am surprised a tauren would give a ‹ras› such information, and freely at that if what you say is true. We will make good use of this, I promise you. Perhaps the tauren have not fallen as far from Cenarius as Fandral would believe...
Erm, anyway, please - accept this as a token of thanks from the Cenarion Circle.