Return the Flame of Ironforge to the Festival Talespinner.
This flame, stolen from the heart of Ironforge itself, floods you with warmth. This raw power is foreign to you, but the Talespinner might know more...
You're practically glowing, <race>. What do you have there?
This hearty flame must be from the halls of Ironforge; it's as stalwart as the dwarves themselves. A fine catch, <name>. If I had the fires of the other cities... ah, but never mind. Here is your payment.