"You've arrived. Good." a male draenei named Proenitus said, you transported over from Outland to a place named Ammen Vale, where part of the crashed ship, The Exodar ended up. "What may I aid you with?" You asked polietly, bowing down, allowing proenitus a look at the shield on your back, finely crafted, like the rest of your gold and white armor. You were a paladin, or an Exarch, as most draenei called them, you could wield the light of the Naaru themselves, and you excelled and defending your allies.
"Well, Ventaaru, we do actually need your help. Our healing crystals are losing their charge, although we don't see near as many injuries as we did during the crash, thank the Naaru, there are still...mutations from the radiation, and occasionally someone will be attacked by the...wildlife, and for those that don't end up as squirming bulges in their guts, they need the crystals to help them." The male draenei spat out, shaking your hand and directing you to the location of some of the vale's moth population, apparently their blood was similar to the blood of Terokar's moths, making them able to be used as a catalyst for the crystals.
Carefully putting one hoof in front of the other in the vale, so as not to scare the large moths, you sneak up behind one and...
