Mysterious Dust

Speak with Trader Caelen, Professor Pallin, and Deucus Valdera about the Mysterious Dust.

• Interrogate Trader Caelen
• Consult Professor Pallin
• Consult Deucus Valdera

Nearly everything in the wagon was obliterated by the fire. All that remains is a small pile of dust.

The cart belonged to Trader Caelen. Perhaps he knows more about what happened.

As for the dust - either the inscription trainers or the alchemy trainers might have some insight.

You will receive:

• 16,450 XP

This powder... I think I know what this is. I had theorized its existence, but...

Hey, Vanessa! You'd better come take a look at this.

Trader Caelen and his Mule are located next to the cart.

• Speaking with Trader Caelen
• She was a fine cart, she was.

• <Caelen wipes a tear into his beard.>

• I swear I don't know nothin' about any demon flames! I was just buyin' and sellin' armor, is all!

• I'm just an honest trader, just lookin' to buy all the goods on the auction house, sell 'em back to the people at a much higher price, make my ten million gold, and go home in peace! Is that so much to ask?

• No... I'm one of the good ones! I... I donated to charity, once! And I hardly ever litter!

• And I never, EVER undercut.

• Sure, me mule was there.

• I don't know why you're so intent on questioning me. I just lost my cart and everything I own.

• Wait a minute... are you BRIBING me?

• But... I spent every last copper I had on that cart full o' gear! I mean it! I don't have any money to give you!

• Wait, here, look...

• <Caelen removes a pile of receipts from his pockets.>

• See! All the stuff I bought, purchased legitimately from reputable Dalaran arms dealers.

• Counterfeit receipts? really?

• Let me say this out loud, 'cause I wanna get it straight in my head.

• You're saying that I brought a bunch of demonic... SOMETHING... into Dalaran, lit it on fire, hung around while it burned, and then produced a bunch of counterfeit receipts in case anybody asked me questions?

• I'm right about that, right? That's correct? That's your story?

• I've spent the last eleven years huddled shoulder-to-shoulder in a humid, smelly auction house, trying to make a few silver off a crate o' leather hats. I'm not some demon-corrupted adventurer... I've never even SEEN a demon. Hell, I can't even wield half the gear I sell.

• <Caelen looks at you through anguished tears. He is, by all external signs, telling the truth.>

• Thanks!

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• Speaking with Professor Pallin

• Powder's not really my thing, kid. I'm more of an "inks and scrolls" kind of guy.

• Now, let's think this through logically:

• THis powder of yours... Is it an INK?

• Is it a SCROLL?

• Are you wasting my time?

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• Speaking with Deucus Valdera
• Let me see... it smells like demon fire, it has the color of demonic corruption, and it appeared in my shop only moments after screams and explosions rocked the streets of Dalaran.

• Are you trying to kill me, ?

• Let me rephrase:

• Is this dust in any way related to the SMOLDERING BODY that is still lying on my shop's doorstep?

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