Tonight, Young Master Velen Picks Up the Tab!

Tanaris.

Zutiu.

Zutiu had the finest beer on the western continent, beer that could not be bought in any other tavern.

This beer was produced only in Zutona. The water used to brew it came from the purest headwaters of the upper Aztek River. The brewing barrels had to be made from oak trees in the forests of Un'Goro Crater, and they had to be old oaks over a hundred years old.

Century-old oaks were rare elsewhere, but in the once sparsely inhabited Un'Goro Crater, while they could not exactly be found everywhere, there were clearly more of them and they were easier to find than in other places.

These trees all grew deep within the jungle. Aside from skilled lumberjacks among the Zutona Trolls, outsiders found it difficult to venture that far in.

The jungle contained not only wild beasts and elemental creatures, but had also become troll territory after the trolls arrived.

Without Zutona's permission, anyone caught secretly cutting down trees would be sentenced!

There had once been more than a dozen dwarves who entered under the pretense of becoming adventurers, only to secretly chop down trees. Later, they were caught by druids of the Cenarion Circle and sent to the trolls for sentencing—three years of hard labor for every dwarf, digging stones at Fire Plume Ridge!

At this very moment, Velen, the prophet most revered by the Draenei, sat in a goblin-run tavern in Zutiu. As he drank this beer whose secret recipe even dwarves coveted, he smiled amiably at the surroundings.

Neli, the Draenei Chief Ranger, a member of the Bishop Council and an archbishop, accompanied Velen.

Most of the tavern's guests came from all over Azeroth. They were adventurers of every race, some dreaming of making a fortune, some dreaming of becoming legendary adventurers, and