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Allow me to admit something, ‹namn›. While draenethyst is sacred to us, and keeps us sane, none here fully understand it. I recall a mage who once came to the Harborage, from Desolace. A human by the name of Azore. He feared the power of the draenethyst; said it shouldn't fall into the wrong hands. At the time, we drove him away to protect what was ours. Lately, however, I find myself wondering what exactly he knew. I ask that you find this mage, ‹ras›. His knowledge could be of immense value to us.