Branbera looked out over the broken landscape before her, and her heart wept. This new world was nothing but shattered remnants, and hopelessly beset by the evil that broke it in the first place. THAT was why she was here: to somehow, some way, beat back the darkness that threatened what remained of this world and hers.
Hellfire Peninsula was well named. The air was heavy with the taint of the Burning Legions and the land seared and barren. How these fel orcs could find enough nourishment here to sustain such numbers she could not fathom. She trudged back to Thrallmar. While she could understand why the orcs would want to name someplace for their much loved chief, she could think of several places that would be better suited to his name. Anyplace, in fact, rather than this defiant bastion amongst such emptiness and hatefulness. Branbera stopped in her tracks as the thought registered, maybe those Orcs knew what they were about, afterall.
"Well done, Branbera. You've worked wonders out here, and you're talents are needed further up the line." Branbera arched an eyebrow at that. The fel orcs looked as thick as ever to her, but maybe, now that some of the leadership was gone, the regulars could take some ground. She patiently waited while the grizzled orc pulled out a crumpled missive and handed it to her.
While the veteran put away the proofs of Bran's deeds, she quickly scanned the missive. "How do I get to this 'Zangar Marsh'?"
"That's fairly easy. Follow that road there; it'll take you straight through. Mind the brambles. The bugs in there will eat you and your kodo, and never notice the difference." The old one who spoke up pointed out the path with his chin, his hands never pausing in their task. Branbera did not mind, the mail he was mending could well turn the tides of battle, or save the life of a friend.
"Why does that not suprise me, in this place?" Branbera called her mount, and checked the straps. If she was to travel through yet more hostile territory, she wanted no chance of falling. Some of the less enlightened's flea jokes aside, she had never provided any insect with nourishment, and she wasn't about to start.
Sitting there on the borders of Zanger Marsh, Branbera could only stare in amazement. That this broken world could hold such wondrous beauty was beyond belief. She quickly made her way to the Cenarion Encampment, and made herself known to the leaders there.
"Thank you for coming in such a timely manner, Branbera. We have not a moment to lose. The marshes are going dry, and we need to find out why. . " Could nothing be left in peace?
"I am ready, show me how to help. . ."