World of Warcraft - Against the Razormanes... Pt. 1

[Verbatim]

Approaching the caravan, Greyhorn hails them in greetings.

"As it seems we are travelling in the same direction, might I walk beside you and share the path?"

 

[Voadam]

"What type of weapon is the Fell Blade?"

 

[Rikandur Azebol]

Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"Thank You, miss. Birdie, ask people about captain Horga. He is leading the village."

Goblin packed his stuff, ready to dispatch.

 

[Evil Ujio]

"What type of weapon is the Fell Blade?"

“The blade is a large sword, created by dwarves of old,” Green Witch replies, “it was lost during the wars and came to rest amongst the victims of the Blood Mauler.” She looks to the raven and it listens to Grog before taking flight.

She finally takes a seat, “You need not worry he will deliver the message just as you requested… so tell me Garrak, what has Mirlus taught you?”

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek nods as the witch tells him about the blade. Large and dwarvish sounds contradictory but he will look for the Blade after killing the Mauler.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Aside from the shamanistic ways? His latest lesson to me was that power should not be avoided when it would be used for others' benefit, which is why I am here," Garrak said.

 

[Voadam]

Snarrek snorts. The concept of using the good of a generic other as a motivator is foreign to him. Individuals he knows and his own interests and concepts of honor are far more important to him than "the good of others".

 

[Evil Ujio]

Approaching the caravan, Greyhorn hails them in greetings.

"As it seems we are travelling in the same direction, might I walk beside you and share the path?"

A wolf raider approaches Greyhorn and pauses listening the Tauren speak, he replies “I see no harm in that, and you look stout enough that we could use a strong hand. Come then, we are heading to Crossroads, you can go with us as far as that city.”

Back at the home of the Green Witch

The green Witch nods to Garrak, “Of course,” she brushes her delicate hair from her face, “well I am sure he had nothing but kind words to say of myself, he is wise in his own ways, perhaps a little too wise.”

She takes a sip of the wine that Groog presented to her earlier and she smiles, “I do enjoy this libation, and I thank you for the gift. You may rest here this evening, no need to push yourselves any more then you must.”

 

[Verbatim]

"I have heard many in my tribe speak of the Crossroads, but this will be the first time that I have been there. I am Greyhorn, a Rover."

 

[Voadam]

The long-eared and big tusked troll looks over the accomodations as he chomps on another rib.