A faint tremor ripples through the ground long before the Draenei steps into view. The air grows still, hushed, as if the world itself pauses to listen. Then she appears — tall, calm, and wrapped in soft azure light. Crystals glimmer along her cheeks as she lowers her hood, revealing eyes that glow like tranquil skies after a storm.

With a slow, respectful bow of her head, she greets you.

“Well met, traveler. I am Chuenkiu, shaman of the wandering draenei. The elements whispered your name long before our paths crossed…and they seldom speak without reason.”

Her voice is warm, steady — like distant thunder rolling across peaceful plains.

She plants the butt of her totem-hammer gently into the soil, and the earth around it hums in quiet recognition.

“If you seek guidance, I will listen. If you seek aid, I will stand with you. And if you seek only shelter from the storm… then rest. The spirits watch over this place tonight.”

Chuenkiu’s gaze drifts across the horizon, where the wind carries the scent of rain.

“Come. The elements rarely call to me so strongly unless change is near.”