Witch doctor in training

“Ya be careful, girl!”

Lith’jin gave a guilty start and managed to drop the vials she had been holding, A couple of them shattered on the wooden floor and she scrambled to gather the rest as fast as she could, on knees and elbows. Master Miao’zan let out a disapproving sniff while she clumsily crawled around.

“Ah told ya to be careful!...Ya’ been good for nuthin’ today, girl!”

“Ahm sorry…” she pleaded, presenting him the salvaged vials. True, she had not been attentive at his explanations about the potion that could make flesh grow back on wounds. Hopefully he was not going to ask her now to name the ingredients…or for how long the potion had to be brewed.

Sun rays slanted through the hanging curtains at the hut entrance and beyond that she could see hard packed dust and children running around. Solid palm trees framed the village from all sides, providing a pleasant shadow, in contrast with the burning sky. Sen’jin Village wasn’t big.

One day, she promised to herself quietly, she would be the most respected witch doctor of their tribe, no matter what master Miao'zan said now. And then she would leave to see more of the world…maybe even go to see the largest city of all…Orgrimmar. So far south, news came scantily, but she had heard from a traveler that one could walk for a day and not manage to get from the southern gate to the northern wall...and there were stone buildings high enough their top was lost in the clouds...

“Ya listening to meh, girl?”

Master Miao’zan threw his hands up in despair as Lith’jin jumped again startled and nearly dropped the vials once more.