“Well… it’s big… and kind of menacing…”
“Don’t worry. Nothing can harm us here… well… almost nothing. Let’s go in, and find an inn for the night. We’ll have plenty of time to see the city tomorrow.”
“OK, let’s go in… but those guards upfront look menacing.”
“As long as we don’t start trouble, the guard won’t trouble us, and besides that, I’m and orc and you are with me. As far as I can remember, the trolls are our allies thus you have free passage in any of the orc towns.”
Why is she so afraid of Orgrimmar?
“Evening sir. Where could we find an inn?”
“Evening warrior. The inn is in the Valley of Strength, just beyond the gates. Take the road in and it’s on the right side. If you have trouble finding it, ask for Gryshka and everybody will tell you where she is.”
We found the inn where the guard told us we would find it. Talking to Gryshka we secured a place for the night in exchange for only a few coppers, the only money we had left in out pockets. Tomorrow we must start and do something to secure some more coppers in our pockets.
Lith’jin took the bed, although you could hardly call it a bed, a stone bench in the common room of the inn, and Morgg took the floor right beside her. Although they both paid for the bed he could not let her sleep on the floor and he was too of a gentleman… for an orc… to sleep in the same bed.
Moments later, Lith’jin was fast asleep, and Morgg stood there beside her watching… he sensed her fear of the place, although no harm would come to her here.
***
Morning came over Orgrimmar, and the dryness of the desert came with it. Nights were cold here but Morgg was used to them. Lifting his head from the floor, his eyes landed on her, still sleeping in on the stone bench, curled up against the cold. They had to find something to do to get some coppers for the next night and for some food, but he could not wake her… not yet at least.
Going through his backpack he found some letters he had forgot about. He had to find the one that was written on the envelopes but Orgrimmar was a big place and finding that someone might take forever.
Meanwhile, Lith’jin woke up and started looking around as if she did not know where she was.
“Morning Lith’jin. We have to move fast if we want to eat tonight. We have to find Grezz Ragefist and give him the letters from Lar.”
“OK, let me pack up and we’ll go find him. Do you have any ideea where he might be?”
“I’ll find out where he is while you pack. I’ll be back shortly.” Morgg said while he was heading out of the common room.
“Morning madam”, Morgg said, approaching the innkeeper. “can you help me with something? I’m trying to find Grezz Ragefist. Do you know where he might be.”
“Grezz Ragefist… Grezz Ragefist… Grezz Ragefist… oh… yes… he is the battle master here in Orgrimmar, and I think you can find him in the Valley of Honor. Follow the road from the inn, make a right hand turn at the first crossroad and another right at the second crossroad.”
“Thank you madam.”
“Well Lith’jin, I found the one that we are looking for. And I can tell you that we’ll see the first real warrior…”
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