In the land of Azeroth in the continent of the Eastern kingdom just off the coast of Booty bay, tiny air bubbles slowly made their way to the surface of the crystal clear water. A calm breeze skidded across the water and danced t through the leaves as it slowly made its way further inland. the air was crisp and clean which brought a taste of mango's to ones mouth. in the distant you could hear the crackling and chanting of the various tribes that inhabited the nearby area. Suddenly the serenity was broken by the crystal clear water splashing side to side as someone emerged gasping for breath.

As the water calmed and settled the feeling of peace slowly returned. Far off on the shore a lone mage stood waiting for the swimmer which has just emerged from the depths of the waters. slowly the mage raised his hand to block the blinding rays of the sun. he stood and waited, shifting his weight from one foot to another as he grew restless from waiting.

"Crimean! Hurry up. We've got to meet everyone in Grom Groll really soon."

Slowly, Crimean started making her way towards the shore. "Tarnack," she struggled to say as she stood up on the beach, " you worry to much. I could probably get to Grom Groll running on foot before you make it there on your mount."

Tarnack smile and shrugged the comment off. "Ill hold you to that then" he said while he handed her sword to her. " You know," he said, " this sword really sucks."

"It's not my fault that OeB wont drop for me."

Suddenly their conversation was broken by a loud horn that could be heard all around the Vale. Tarnack smiled instantly at the distinct call being sounded for he knew what it meant. Crimean looked over at Tarnack with a smirk on her face and slowly nodded her head.
"Five gold?" he questioned.

"Make it ten."

Tarnack shook his head and smiled at the brawn that Crimean put forth. He walked over to where he had tied his trusty mount to a palm tree that started to sway as the gentle breeze started to grow into a gusty wind. He gently patted his mount and saddled up and Crimean walked over to a clearing on the beach and just stood there watching and waiting. Tarnack ran his hand over the boney exterior of his horse and kicked his heals lightly in the horses side and cantered his way over to where Crimean now stood.

Once again the loud noise was sounded and both of theirs smiles had vanished. Crimean bent low to the ground planting her hands firmly on the ground and pulling her right leg in close to her body as her left leg stretched out far behind her. Tarnack gripped the reigns tightly making the leather squeak from the pressure of his grip. His mount was restless and started swaying from side to side as neither of the two spoke a word.

"first one there gets 10 gold. We cant race up the coast side, its gotta be through the bush. On the sound of the next horn, we race." Tarnack said while squinting at the path he was about to take. Crimean dug her heels deeper into the sand and held her gaze steadily in front of her. No words were spoken from that point on. The two of them waited in silence that was so thick you could cut through it with a knife and see the other half fall down. Like before, the silence was broken by a loud horn, and neither of the two stood there any longer.

Tarnack's horse reared and whinnied and took off leaving dust and sand flying behind him. He could feel the sides of his horse straining as he pushed her harder and harder. He continuously had to duck and dodge the low branches and vines that hung down from almost every tree. He looked back to see Crimean pushing herself as hard as she could. Sweat ran down Crimeans face as she too had to jump over rocks and dodge low hanging branches. Tarnack chuckled to himself at the sight of the tauren warrior trying to outrace someone who was on a mount for a lousy 10 gold. As he turned his head around a blinding pain surrounded his head and everything went black.