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“I not think you be back in time to go out again, but I wrong. I sending Moodle to nearby Mosswalker friends to bop silly Mosswalkers for not coming see shrine. Their village is east, up ridge, northeast of broken pillar. You go with Moodle! He extra smart Rainspeaker… you listen to him good-like.”
-High-Oracle Soo-say
Travel to Mosswalker Village and speak to Moodle once you’ve arrived. If you lose Moodle’s Stress Ball, speak to High-Oracle Soo-say in Rainspeaker Canopy.

You will be able to choose one of these rewards:
Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
Quest Giver: High-Oracle Soo-say — Rainspeaker Canopy, Sholazar Basin [54.6, 56.3]
Objective: Travel to Mosswalker Village and speak to Moodle.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Get Moodle’s Stress Ball
Travel to Mosswalker Village
Summon and Speak to Moodle
Efficiency Tips
Lore Context
Moodle is unlike any other gorloc in the game. He speaks fluent Common, claims to have traveled “out in the world,” and already knew the Mosswalkers were dead before Soo-say sent him. His turn-in dialogue reveals the Scourge invasion of Mosswalker Village and ties the Lifeblood Pillar’s destruction to the undead’s ability to enter Sholazar Basin.
His name, “the Angry Gorloc,” and the fact that he’s summoned via a stress ball play into his characterization as the frustrated intellectual stuck under Soo-say’s leadership.
Easter Egg
Explore Sholazar Basin’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Sholazar Basin Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War Journal“I not think you be back in time to go out again, but I wrong.” Soo-say turned something over in his hands. “I sending Moodle to nearby Mosswalker friends to bop silly Mosswalkers for not coming see shrine. Their village is east, up ridge, northeast of broken pillar. You go with Moodle! He extra smart Rainspeaker… you listen to him good-like.”

Then he handed me the thing he had been squeezing. A ball, worn soft at the seams, for the working of a gorloc’s temper.
“Moodle’s,” he said, as though that explained it.
Northeast of the broken pillar. Ten days ago I had stood on top of that pillar with a burnt cultist at my feet and worked out that the Cult of the Damned had opened this basin with black powder. The gorlocs used it as a landmark. To them it was simply a thing that had fallen.
Mosswalker Village was east, up the ridge, and I smelled it before the ridge gave me a view of it.
I squeezed the ball. Moodle appeared, puffed up his chest, and did not waste time.
“Before you say anything, do not assume me as foolish as most of the Oracles you’ve met.”
His Common was better than some officers I have served under. I stopped walking.
“I’ve been into the world a bit, I’ve learned your language, and I’m not easily duped.” He looked past me at the huts, and at what was lying among them. “Soo-say fumbles a bit, but he’s not dumb. I do think he’s been far too forgiving though… the puppy-men are not going to stop or leave us alone.”
“The only way to stop them is to kill them. There is no ‘peace.'” He pointed to himself. “That I am good at.”
I did not argue with him. I have made that speech myself, to Alliance officers who wanted to negotiate with things that do not negotiate, and I have never once been thanked for it.
“I knew the Mosswalkers were dead before we ever came,” he continued, “though I didn’t know that the undead were behind it. They are not supposed to be able to enter this land… the destruction of the Lifeblood Pillar must have allowed them in somehow.”
They gave him a ball to squeeze and sent him to scold absent worshippers.
Moodle had no interest in peace and less in being underestimated, and the village around them was full of gorlocs who might not all be dead yet, which made Vikstone the only available Mosswalker Savior.