Nothing Left for You Here

There is nothing left for you here, ‹name›. As for me, I must lay Masha's body to rest. Once I have done that I will go to the bombing site and begin the process of regrowth. Perhaps one day a new grove will bloom - a grove infused with the spirit of my child and the fallen night elf youths. If you wish to travel to Desolace, I hear word of a blood elf named Furien seeking adventuring partners. Perhaps you should seek him out. Farewell, friend, I will never forget you.