Ilthilor groaned. Where was he? This surely was not Refuge Point. He should know, since he'd only been there half an hour ago... or perhaps longer since it seemed to be evening now, wherever he was. Was he the only one here? He sat up. There was a dwarf, hunter by the looks of it, attempting to wake his pet up a few feet away. There was a female gnome, mage, unconcious beside...a troll? Ilthilor hoped wasn't it didn't practice voodoo. Because by the looks of it, they would need all the help they could get to get out of here.

Ilthilor suddenly found himself looking at the dwarf, who had come over to sit beside him. He stuck out his hand, "Thurimar Thornsteel," he said.

"Ilthilor Oakwalker," Ilthilor said, shaking the dwarf's hand.

A groan a little ways away showed the gnome was waking up. She blinked, upon seeing the two Alliance members, walked over to them. After they introduced themselves, the mage said "I'm Nefti Greatgear, Gnomeregan Exiles."

Ilthilor then chose to say "You all realise there's a troll over there, right?" When they nodded he continued, "I say we either team up with him, seeing as he might know where we are, or... dispose of him."

Thurimar appeared to be all for killing the rogue but the mage wanted to see first, if the troll had any decency, respect for Alliance, or some other mumbo jumbo that Ilthilor wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

"Why would he be in the battlegrounds if he didn't wanna kill Alliance, hmm? Thurimar suddenly asked.

The other two were at a loss for words. Thurimar stalked over to where the troll lay, his pet growling menacingly beside him.

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Vol awoke to find a rather large waraxe being pointed at him. The owner of said axe seemed to be arguing with two other Alliance, who amazingly, didn't want to kill him.

"Eh mon, are yeh gonna make me lie here all night or can I get up?"

The dwarf started, apparently unaware he had been awake.

'Shoulda just stabbed him,' Vol thought.

The dwarf grunted and put the axe even closer to Vol's face.

"Hey mon, I was just kiddin, I lie here all night if ya like," Vol said nervously.

"Thurimar! Stop it! Can't you see you're scaring the poor thing?" the gnome burst out.

The dwarf -Thurimar- removed his waraxe only to put it back again when the troll had gotten up, snarling at the gnome.

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Ilthilor was very surprised to here a troll speak Common. Moreover, properly, he could speak senteences. Perhaps the troll was smarter then they gave him credit for. For all he knew, the troll could've really been awake the whole time, listening to their talk.

Nefti was currently pulling Thurimar away from the troll, the dwarf was taking it very well, what if the troll escaped?

Ilthilor then said "Dwarf, make yourself useful and start a fire, assuming you can at least do that."

The dwarf snarled at the elf, but proceded to take out some kindling and matches. Nefti sat down, the troll beside her.

"Vol," the troll said.

"Pardon?" Ilthilor asked.

"I'm Vol, and dis here be a jungle, the Vale maybe," he said shrugging.

How would they end up from being in Arathi Basin, mourning their defeat, to being transported to Stranglethorn Vale?

Looking around, Ilthilor noticed they were near a river, which flowed through some mountains, and that there were trees and lush green plants everywhere. So noisy, so unlike his home in Auberdine. He got up and walked toward the river. 'At least we still have all our belongings,' Ilthilor thought grimly.

"Hey, elf, where you be going?" It was the dwarf.

"Well, we need food, dont we? I'm going fishing." Ilthilor said, choosing to ignore the harsh way the dwarf pronounced the word elf.