To Catch a Thief

...it takes a thief.

You mean set a deep hole with spring-loaded sides, trip-wires, whirling knife blades driven by water power, broken glass, and scorpions to catch a thief?

Edit: judging by the downrates, I guess not everyone is a Terry Pratchett fan.

Exalted faction rep with Ravenhordt will be of no help in this quest. All the guards will still be very hostile.

Can't cheat by sprinting through the door using vanish to drop the guards once inside.

Can't cheat by going to one side to mount up (even if you don't aggro anything) he'll teleport you back and "Mostrasz says: Are you crazy? They'll see you if you go flying around in there!"

The only way into the house is to go up the right side, around to the opposite side of the house and click on the rope on the ground. From there it'll take about 10 seconds for your toon to automatically climb the building. At this time during PTR, scaling the side of the building is a little bugged and at times you'll only be able to see what's in the basement, it'll fix itself.

Once on top, click on the wood crate looking square on the side of the tower and make your way into the basement for some more RP.

SPOILERS!

Mostrasz says: Stay on the ground, and stay hidden. I'll port you back here if you get into any trouble!
Mostrasz whispers: That's it... you've got this... keep it up...
Mostrasz whispers: Careful! The front door is too heavily guarded. Hmmm - Circle around the back of the manor and maybe we can find another way in.
Mostrasz whispers: Ah-hah! There are no guards back here. Maybe you can find a way up onto the roof?
Mostrasz whispers: Nice work! Is there a window open up there? Look around!
Mostrasz whispers: You did it! You're in! Now... where would they be keeping the egg? Someplace dark, I would imagine. Be careful!
Wrathion says: That's right, mortal. The prize you seek no longer sleeps within a shell. Here I am: in the flesh.
Wrathion says: I'm not some trophy for a red dragon's mantle-piece, and I'm never going back.
Wrathion says: Don't look so surprised! We dragons are conscious, even within our shells. As I grew, I could hear the plotting and scheming. I was to be born a prisoner.
Wrathion says: But I'm one-of-a-kind! A black dragon raised free from the taint of my father's corruption. And that's how I intend to stay: free.
Wrathion says: Somehow, you managed to elude all of my guards. You slipped in here like a ghost. That makes you ... valuable to me. Let's talk.
Fahrad says: Your highness, we caught this beast snooping around the caves just outside the compound.
Mostrasz says: I'm not afraid of you! Wait - who - who are you?
Wrathion says: You don't recognize your former prisoner?
Fahrad says: Shall we execute him, my prince?
Wrathion says: No. I want him to deliver a message to the red dragonflight.
Wrathion says: Tell them that I am free of my father's madness, and I will be free of them as well. I am to be left alone: this will be my first and only warning.
Mostrasz says: But... But Deathwing's minions may have you killed...
Wrathion says: Deathwing's minions should be afraid of ME. Get him out of here.
Wrathion says: And Fahrad?
Fahrad says: Yes sir?
Wrathion says: Break his legs.
Wrathion says: Now then, my new friend. We have much to talk about.
Wrathion says: As you know, Black Dragons frequently disguise themselves as humanoids in order to tamper with mortal affairs.
Wrathion says: While the house of my mad father collapses around him, the few remaining Black Dragons have gone into hiding.
Wrathion says: But I can still sense them. My cowardly brothers and sisters will cause untold suffering if we allow them to stay in the shadows.
Wrathion says: Moreover, they are a threat to me.
Wrathion says: That's where you come in. Help us to slay them all, and I will reward you handsomely.
Fahrad says: Your first target is here, in the ruins of Gilneas. I've lost some of my best men already: let's see if you can fare any better.
Wrathion says: The dragon you're looking for goes by the name "Creed."
Wrathion says: He's deluded a group of diseased humans into thinking they can take their land back. He's poisoned their blood with his own draconic essence.
Fahrad says: If he succeeds in looting the whole of Gilneas, there's no telling where he'll hide next. Now is the time to strike.

Stabby the rogue dances silently through the shadows of the cool basement of Ravenholdt Manor. Feet swift, eyes wide, ears sharp, daggers tight in his sweaty palms. Adrenaline keeps him focused on the task at hand, despite the crippling wounds he's suffered during this legendary trial. He enters a dimly lit room, the prize laying unprotected on a tattered blanket on the dungeon floor. It's too easy, it seems. He scours the room for danger, but none can be found. Cautiously he reaches the egg, and kneels to collect his objective when a concerned voice dissipates from the shadows...
"Hi, I'm Chris Hansen from Dateline NBC. Why don't you have a seat over there?"