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“You’ve been a great ally, Vikstone. Now comes your true test. You will need skill, courage and a little luck.
<Lok’lira attaches a thin strand of hair to yours.>
You cannot fail now sister. Speak to Gretta the Arbiter. She’ll see you on your way.”
-Lok’lira the Crone
Speak to Gretta the Arbiter in Brunnhildar Village.
Quest Giver: Lok’lira the Crone — Brunnhildar Village, Storm Peaks [47, 69]
Objective: Speak to Gretta the Arbiter in Brunnhildar Village.
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Lore Context
This is Lok’lira’s last appearance before the chain’s major twist. Her “parting gift” is a strand of hair she attaches to yours.
This seems like a simple good-luck gesture, but it’s actually the linchpin of Loken‘s deception. When you eventually reach Thorim at the Temple of Storms after completing the Drakkensryd, Thorim initially mistakes you for his murdered wife Sif because of this hair strand.
The “gift” is really Loken planting evidence to manipulate Thorim’s emotions and lure him away from his seat of power.
Gretta the Arbiter serves as the Hyldsmeet’s official referee. She’s the one who sends competitors into the Drakkensryd, the aerial proto-drake combat that serves as the competition’s grand finale. After this quest, she also becomes the daily quest giver for Brunnhildar Village.
Explore the Storm Peaks’ hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Storm Peaks Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
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Vikstone's War Journal“You’ve been a great ally,” Lok’lira said. “Now comes your true test. You will need skill, courage and a little luck.”
Then she reached up and put her hands in my hair.
She took a single strand of her own, thin and colorless, and worked it in among mine, and she took her time about it. Nobody has put hands in my hair in a very long while.
“You cannot fail now, sister,” she said.
She did not say I would not fail. She said I could not.
Gretta the Arbiter was down among the proto-drakes and spent nothing at all on ceremony.
“Are you ready to ride, sister? There is no coming back.”
I told her I was. She turned to bring a drake down off the line, and I stood there a moment with a stranger’s hair worked into mine, waiting to be flown up a mountain to fight a score of women in the air for the right to be given to a god.
The Hyldnir do not run their final round on the ground, which is what makes The Drakkensryd the last thing most competitors ever do.
