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“So, where did you come from? I don’t suppose that fool of an archmage sent you, too? You’re lucky to be in one piece, laddie! They nearly blew you up! The jungle here’s a darned dangerous place, ‘specially with the Venture Company about. Git you! Go see the boss… he’ll sort you out. The camp’s at the end of that path to the northwest.
Now, git!”
-Monte Muzzleshot
Follow the path to the northwest to reach the camp that Monte Muzzleshot mentioned.

Quest Giver: Monte Muzzleshot — Wildgrowth Mangal, Sholazar Basin [39.7, 58.6]
Turn In: Hemet Nesingwary — Nesingwary Base Camp, Sholazar Basin [27.1, 58.6]
Objective: Follow the path northwest to Nesingwary Base Camp and speak with Hemet Nesingwary.
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Veteran Players Take Note
Despite having possibly helped Nesingwary across Stranglethorn Vale and Nagrand, Hemet treats you like a complete stranger. His completion text asks if you’re “one of those druid lackeys” sent to stop him. A running source of amusement for returning players who handed him hundreds of animal parts across two continents.
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Vikstone's War JournalMonte Muzzleshot swayed above me, parachute cords tangled hopelessly in the vines. The dwarf’s eyes narrowed as he took in my appearance.

“Where’d you come from? I don’t suppose that fool of an archmage sent you too?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “You’re lucky to be in one piece, laddie! They nearly blew you up! The jungle here’s a darned dangerous place, ‘specially with the Venture Company about.”
He gestured toward a path cutting through the foliage to the northwest.
“Git you! Go see the boss. He’ll sort you out. The camp’s at the end of that path.” A distant roar echoed through the trees. Monte’s voice dropped. “Now, git!”
The path unfolded through vegetation. Birds darted overhead in hues that belonged in Stranglethorn, not a continent of ice.
The camp materialized through breaks in the canopy. Tents, supply crates. The smell of gunpowder and tanning hides. And at its center, a figure whose legend preceded him across two continents.
Hemet Nesingwary looked up from his rifle with a grin.
“Hah! It’s not often you run into a complete stranger in the middle of the jungle.” He patted his gun. “You one of those druid lackeys sent to stop me and my evil ways? Yeah, good luck with that one!”
The laugh that followed was genuine and untroubled.
“Didn’t think so! You’re more than welcome to join us in the hunt, soon as we’ve dealt with those Venture Company dogs. There’ll be plenty to go around.”
I’d hunted beside Nesingwary’s people in Stranglethorn and Nagrand. Good memories, from before Northrend, from before everything.
Hemet had work lined up, but the jungle had its own plans. A golden ring dropped from somewhere unexpected in It Could Be Anywhere!