Rotten Old Memories

Speak with Ragged John at Morgan's Vigil in the Burning Steppes.

• Speak to Ragged John
• Chewed Piece of Journal (4)

Whatever is going on, I don't like it. Last thing we need is this dragon lady's power corrupting everyone again.

Whoever did this must have known much about Onyxia. Shaw mentioned this... Reginald Windsor. He was the only one to suspect Lady Prestor. Well, maybe his friends in the Burning Steppes have more of his information.

She must have had allies. Anything that points us to people close to her would help.

Check it out, will you?

You will receive:

• 6,800 XP

Drink always seems to be empty... why's me drink always empty?

Ah, Windsor...

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Speak with Ragged John:

• Who... da... what?

• *hic*

• Ye drunk? Yer not makin' any lick o' sense.
• Windsor? Oh aye, Windsor... what a fine fellow. Gone to the dirt, now. Took a whole dragon to finally take 'im down, I heard.

• Got it all in 'is head that some fine noble lady was actually a dragon and then... he was right! Windsor always was somethin' special.

• Her stuff? Well, I dunno nothin' bout HER stuff.

• I did gather together what I could find of Windsor's ol stuff, though. Thought maybe his family would want it... or maybe Stormwind would put up a memorial or somethin'.

• But then I found out 'is family's all dead. And didn't hear nuthin' from Stormwind. Merchant came by and said it was ol' Bolvar Fordragon who did all the work of revealing Onyxia!

• Hey now, I weren't done yet!

• Firstly, some folks come through and say it was Mister Fordragon. Then, someone comes along and says it was some champion I ain't even ever heard of! And THEN, someone even tried ta tell me it was ol' Varian Wrynn--rest his fine soul--that confronted Onyxia!

• Now look 'ere--I don't got nuthin against Old Man Wrynn, and his son seemed fine enough, too, but I ain't heard a peep about my old pal Windsor. He didn't get an ounce of credit!

• Now that just ain't right.

• Nu-uh. I'm not... *hic*

• I'm not lettin' 'is memory get... taken advantage of again.

• <Ragged John tears up.>

• I shouldn'ta left 'im with those orcs in the first place. Maybe then... he'd never have died tryin to go after that dragon...

• Ye won't?

• Do ye promise?

• Will ye... will ye get 'im one of those fancy memorials in Stormwind, like Old Man Wrynn's got? Like all the heroes get?

• Because he was a 'ero.

• I... okay. *hic* I trust ya.

• What did ye want again?

• Ach, right.

• Well... thing is... *hic*

• ... I don't exactly... have it on meself at the moment.

• Well, see 'ere. Windsor spent a lot of time at Blackrock Mountain. That's a long way!

• A few weeks ago, when I finally was bringin' all 'is stuff I found back here, I was attacked by a giant wolf!

• Now, before ye say anything, understand here that it was the biggest, giantest wolf I ever did see. It's eyes were the size of my whole body! It's claws were like... like... like somethin' real big-like.

• Trust me, it ain't no wolf you wanna mess with. So... I ran. And I might've... lost Windsor's stuff along the way. The wolf grabbed the pack and ran back to 'is den! It's probably long gone... just a chew toy...

If you have the original Drakefire Amulet, the dialogue with Ragged John changes slightly:

• Who... da... what?

• *hic*

• Who're ye?

• Windsor? Oh aye, Windsor... what a fine fellow. Gone to the dirt, now. Took a whole dragon to finally take 'im down, I heard.

• Got it all in 'is head that some fine noble lady was actually a dragon and then... he was right! Windsor always was somethin' special.

• <John peers at you.>

• Er... yeah. Sure ye were.

• Hmm...

• I did gather together what I could find of Windsor's ol stuff, though. Thought maybe his family would want it... or maybe Stormwind would put up a memorial or somethin'.

• But then I found out 'is family's all dead. And didn't hear nuthin' from Stormwind. Merchant came by and said it was ol' Bolvar Fordragon who did all the work of revealing Onyxia!

• Hey now, I weren't done yet!

• Firstly, some folks come through and say it was Mister Fordragon. Then, someone comes along and says it was some champion I ain't even ever heard of! And THEN, someone even tried ta tell me it was ol' Varian Wrynn--rest his fine soul--that confronted Onyxia!

• Now look 'ere--I don't got nuthin against Old Man Wrynn, and his son seemed fine enough, too, but I ain't heard a peep about my old pal Windsor. He didn't get an ounce of credit!

• Now that just ain't right.

• Nu-uh. I'm not... *hic*

• I'm not lettin' 'is memory get... taken advantage of again.

• <Ragged John tears up.>

• I shouldn'ta left 'im with those orcs in the first place. Maybe then... he'd never have died tryin to go after that dragon...

• Ye won't?

• Do ye promise?

• Will ye... will ye get 'im one of those fancy memorials in Stormwind, like Old Man Wrynn's got? Like all the heroes get?

• Because he was a 'ero.

• I... okay. *hic* I trust ya.

• What did ye want again?

Having spoken to Ragged John, head due west, across Blackrock Pass to a worg cave. A single Vicious Elder Ember Worg and two Vicious Ember Worgs guard piles of Hoarded Debris each containing a Chewed Piece of Journal.