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| - In search of Shralah, the unique Four-Jeweled Cat Figurine, I traveled to Felwood, starting the walk from Astranaar in Ashenvale, and after a few days' walk, I came to a small camp of explorers, who called themselves "Unfound Glory". Although they were fueled by hope of glory, fame and treasures, I found them a rather friendly group.
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| - In search of Shralah, the unique Four-Jeweled Cat Figurine, I traveled to Felwood, starting the walk from Astranaar in Ashenvale, and after a few days' walk, I came to a small camp of explorers, who called themselves "Unfound Glory". Although they were fueled by hope of glory, fame and treasures, I found them a rather friendly group. They told me they were searching for Shralah as well, and that they heard it was taken from the family that had it made by a Druid of the Fang, and that he was slain in Felwood by Satyrs, who are now residing in a cave west of here. There were two particularly interesting people in that camp. They seemed to have joined the group for other reasons than fame and glory. Shorea Gracedoe was a novice Moon Priestess, led by her wish for adventures, and seeing the world firsthand. Completely ignoring her tutors' warnings, she left with the group when they stopped in Astranaar. She seemed eager to learn, and her enthusiasm was noticed very quickly. The other person of interest was Rus Goodwing, a villager from Elwynn Forest, who planned on spending his life in his home house, alongside his father, hunting in the nearby woods for food, and going to the nearby village occasionally for other supplies. He met the group when they once placed a stand at the Darkmoon Faire, and was so interested that he went with them. The group offered me to sleep through the night in their camp. After some time of pondering the situation, I decided to accept their offer, and stay the night. When even those rays of sun that came through the thick forest treetops disappeared, we placed a campfire in the middle of the camp to sit down, eat good food, and share stories of our travels. Mrilg, a typical dwarven female, freelancer by trade, told us of her travels in the Eastern Kingdoms, or Azeroth, as she called the continent. She said her travels took her to some of the highest mountains, and told us of all the travels she made with her friend, who died in a climbing accident, at the time between the Second and the Third war. After several hours spent by the fire, we decided to get some sleep, as we all planned to wake up at daybreak. Only as I went to sleep, I noticed that I didn't feel the corruption of the land until that time, when I was alone. I have forgotten completely that I was in Felwood, until that moment.
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