This has been one of about ten other things I have been working on- in my break. An excerpt taken from the middle of the first book of the next series- The Derelict Descendant. Please comment.
Helen looked confused, parched, drenched in sweat. Even the heat from Durotar added to the cavalcade of swirling thoughts and dry panting tongue. Durotar had unforgiving weather, this much was true. Its resilient red plains had even claimed a few orcs, new to this rugged land, used to the painless greens of Silverpine, or even the always calm towering trees of Elwynn forest. Unfortunately for the orcs, Durotar had only claimed a few unwarranted and careless children. Saddened by these misfortunes, the orc mothers had to come up with new woe-filled tales to scare their very hard-headed children, stories still adopted from Draenor involving great fiery demons that would pluck misbehaving children from their very beds. And frightful tales regarding the dreaded felhounds, sucking the small green or brownish ones dry of their life if they veered too far from Orgrimmar. Sauntered by the hellish suns, Helen offered once more and restated,
"Par- No, I. Do you know where I can find Rexxar?" The human girl waved her very long and golden hair away, feeling sickly and sticky because of it. She regarded this new being with sympathy but also with great annoyance. Not only was she in desperate need of rest, and she thirsted, but this furry animal-like man was avoiding her question, therefore elongating her already seemingly long quest. Helen admired this animal up and down, he almost looked like a panda. She took that back, he most resembled a panda. It seemed her life would be filled with many more anthropomorphic beings. And this one, was among the most strange. His very long and graceful smile bore widely on the panda at all times, which frustrated the girl even more- how could he be this relaxed under this much weather? His bamboo hat seemed to be shielding most of him, since he was three-fourths the size of Helen. He also glowed, perhaps a trick of the sun, but his blue robes intensified with each glance.
This increasingly smiley panda even began to wave around his large jug, to and fro, all around Helen's head, as if enticing her to drink what he had already offered. It had been one-hundred-and-fourteen seconds now and still the panda had not responded to the much panting human, even she wondered why she had not restated, once more, to make sure the panda had even heard the first, or second time. But all she could do was eye the dripping of the bigger-than-life jug, swaying around her. In truth it had enticed her, to the point of it becoming the one thing she needed most in life. Forget her quest, forget the constant reminder of where she was and needed to be, forget Chris, she just needed… a drink. Surprisingly the panda smiled even wider than before, his intentions and emotions had now increased with the bait he had caught, he said, showing her more variations of ales, "Name your poison."