Greetings, $n. I am Li'zal, priestess of Torcali.
I have come to ensure dat my loa's child is properly cared for.
I will be here if you have questions, though de duty of raising dis little one is entirely yours.
Do not worry, dis is not another enchanted sleep.
Come de morning, she will be eager to see you again. Try not to disappoint her, yes?
<The Child of Torcali wiggles excitedly at the sight of the Squeaky Raptor.>
"Small things like your little one are usually raised with their siblings and cousins in a wide field of their relatives.
I understand why she is alone, but perhaps there is more we can do to help her feel better.
I happened to pick some juicy fruit as I walked from de city dis morning.
Perhaps dat will cheer her?"
"My loa is not one for shining temples and glittering effigies. We are told all of Zandalar is her temple, and all who walk de world are her charges.
De Great Mother, de Wanderer, de Mountain Dat Walks, de Bulwark, are all names she recognizes. I am a humble servant of de loa of bounty, and my desire is to see dis little one thrive.
I hope you and I will work together toward dis end, hm?"
<Pet the direhorn.>
The Child of Torcali enthusiastically chows down on the fruit!
The Child of Torcali presses its sticky maw into your hands and grunts happily.
The Child of Torcali nuzzles you affectionately.
<The Child of Torcali trumpets softly in greeting.>
<The Child of Torcali stomps in place at your approach.>
<The Child of Torcali lightly bumps her horn against your hand.>
<The Child of Torcali spins rapidly in place at the mere sight of you.>
<The Child of Torcali plucks a leaf off the ground and offers it to you.>
<The Child of Torcali blinks trustingly up at you.>
<The Child of Torcali sniffs your hand.>
<The Child of Torcali wiggles at the sight of you.>
<The Child of Torcali searches your hands for something to eat.>
The Child of Torcali yawns and settles down for yet another nap.
The Child of Torcali inhales the kibble, then looks up at you expectantly.
The Child of Torcali munches on the kibble then immediately searches your hands for more.
The Child of Torcali eats so quickly that bits are scattered everywhere. She looks up at you and trumpets for more.
The Child of Torcali devours the food out of your hands, then snuffles around for more.
The Child of Torcali makes the kibble disappear and then stares expectantly up at you.
