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“In this dark time, I’ll not be the one to abandon a champion of the Light. We will need something sacred for this to have a hope of saving your Bridenbrad… a remnant of a devout being that fell victim to this very same plague. Go now to the sacred soil of the passages outside my Ruby Dragonshrine where the battle is joined. As my Ruby Keepers fly down and set flame to the ground beneath undead feet, you will witness new life grow forth.
Among that life are Dahlia’s Tears – bring them to me.”
-Alexstrasza the Life-Binder
Alexstrasza the Life-Binder at Wyrmrest Temple has requested that you recover Dahlia’s Tears from soil freshly cleansed by a Ruby Keeper’s flames.
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Quest Giver: Alexstrasza the Life-Binder — Wyrmrest Temple, Dragonblight [59, 54]
Objective: Recover Dahlia’s Tears from the passages outside the Ruby Dragonshrine, where the flowers bloom in soil freshly cleansed by a Ruby Keeper’s flames.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Travel to the Ruby Dragonshrine
Wait for the Scripted Event
Efficiency Tips
Lore Context
Dahlia Suntouch was a high elf who served as keeper of the Ruby Dragonshrine, dedicating her life to the red dragonflight under Alexstrasza’s blessing. The Scourge killed her and raised her as a banshee to corrupt the very shrine she protected.
When players defeat her during the earlier Dragonblight quest Through Fields of Flame, her spirit is freed. In this quest, Alexstrasza asks for Dahlia’s Tears specifically because they represent a remnant of someone devout who fell to the same plague consuming Bridenbrad.
Return to her before the flowers are gathered and she says only, “Ah, dear Dahlia. I do miss you so.”
Hand them over and she says: “With Dahlia’s Tears and ancient magic, I fashion you some small amount of hope for your great crusader.”
The flowers bloom because of the same principle Tirion referenced when sending you to Alexstrasza: her flight’s fire does not simply destroy, it purifies and creates new life. The flowers are proof of that power, growing instantly in ground the dragonfire has cleansed.
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Vikstone's War JournalThe Ruby Dragonshrine was burning, and I was grateful for it.
“In this dark time, I’ll not be the one to abandon a champion of the Light,” Alexstrasza had said. “We will need something sacred for this to have a hope of saving your Bridenbrad. A remnant of a devout being that fell victim to this very same plague. Go now to the sacred soil of the passages outside my Ruby Dragonshrine where the battle is joined. As my Ruby Keepers fly down and set flame to the ground beneath undead feet, you will witness new life grow forth. Among that life are Dahlia’s Tears. Bring them to me.”
A remnant of someone the plague already took, to save someone it is still taking. Gustav pulled his antidote out of the venom. The acorn came out of a Dream with a Nightmare in it. Everything in this war is made from the thing it is meant to fix.
The first ghoul came out of the smoke screaming and I split its skull before it finished the sound. A claw found the gap at my hip, cold pain and then hot blood, and I put the Destroyer through its owner’s face and kept my feet. Then the abomination came off the treeline with its chains dragging, and its first swing caught my shoulder and put me on the ground with copper in my mouth. I rolled, and its foot cratered the earth where my head had been.
A Ruby Keeper banked overhead. “Clear!”
I got behind a toppled pillar and the fire came down. The abomination came apart in it, shrieking from more throats than it had any right to, and the heat rolled over the stone and was gone.
On the other side of the pillar, the ground I had just bled on was blooming.
The flowers come up while the ash is still falling. Pale, luminous, cool to the touch in the middle of a burn scar. I knelt in the scorch with blood running down my hip and gathered hope off the ground.
They are named for the woman who kept this shrine. Her remnant still walks it, and tells any defender who will listen that a death knight cut her down when the Scourge came. The plague took her the way it is taking Bridenbrad. The way it took my wife and my daughter. And what the plague left of Dahlia is now saving a man she never met, which means taken is not the same thing as gone.
“Ah, dear Dahlia,” Alexstrasza said when I set them in her hands. “I do miss you so. With Dahlia’s Tears and ancient magic, I fashion you some small amount of hope for your great crusader.”
Alexstrasza worked the flowers into something she was honest enough to call only a small amount of hope, and carrying that back up the mountain was the whole weight of The Boon of Alexstrasza.
