It was the storm that saved Trader Feng's life. The old Pandaren merchant stumbled into Dawn's Blossom half-dead, heart fading, spirit slipping away. Her grandmother was gone. The water spirits whispered too slow, too far gone.
So Mei Lin did something no shaman in Dawn's Blossom had ever tried. She called upon the fury of the storm instead. A single bolt, right through his chest. His heart surged. His eyes snapped open.
He gasped: "What kind of shaman shocks their patients?!"
She shrugged: "One with a better volt-age than you."
The village called her "The Shock Therapist" after that. It stuck. And somewhere between the laughter and the lightning, {mist}Mei Lin{/mist} understood something her {grandmother}grandmother{/grandmother} had been too gentle to teach her. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do is hit really, really hard.
Trader Feng never forgot the debt. He returned to Dawn's Blossom every season after that, always with a story from somewhere beyond the mists. Tales of distant lands, strange peoples, spirits that sang in languages Mei Lin had never heard. He planted the seed without knowing it.