Xarantaur says: And it very nearly didn't remember you. <name> fought bravely against the North Wind to protect your story.
Xarantaur says: But the North Wind did not silently accept defeat. Instead, it gathered power and bided its time, deciding the best revenge was to destroy your memory, and with it, your village.
Xarantaur says: It confirms our suspicions. The threads of time have been severed and rewoven in the wrong pattern. But, how?
Xarantaur says: It would've succeeded if <name> and I hadn't tracked the North Wind's historical corruptions to their source: your ancient battle.
Xarantaur says: Rest well, hero.
Xarantaur says: The Lorehammer...
Xarantaur says: The North Wind is the ancient enemy of the taunka, a ruler among the elements, and the very force which bleeds the life from these ancient people.
Xarantaur says: The wind used its minions to distort the history of this place, changing the stories your people told, destroying the spirits of the honored dead.
Xarantaur says: There's no doubt that something has distorted the true history of Stormhoof and the warriors of Camp Tunka'lo. But, what?
Xarantaur says: They would rather die than bow before the North Wind. Something is amiss here.
Xarantaur says: This isn't right at all, <name>. In the tale Wind Tamer Barah told me, Stormhoof was a hero, not a villain.
Xarantaur says: With my help, <name> travelled back in time to your battle, and ensured that history was set right. The North Wind's fate was sealed, and your story restored.
Xarantaur says: Your battle with the wind was hundreds of years ago, Stormhoof. You weakened it so much that it has been silent all these years.