Rolling in the Screech
Zone: Thaldraszus
<You pull a scrap of parchment from the gooey, blood-soaked satchel of the Roc-Muncher. All you can make out is imagery of harpies devouring large eggs. You're positive the thick, unintelligible scratch marks will make plenty of sense to your favorite senior ornithologist, Harleen Chirpsnide.>
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| Quest ID | 65475 |
| Last synced | Aug 21, 2026, 4:07 AM |
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