Night Falls on Day 40

Even in the Valley of Spirits, it's quiet. I've been here overnight before, and it's like Trolls are nocturnal. The parties really crank up when the sun goes down.

Not tonight. It's like Orgrimmar is holding its breath. I'm scared. Really. The few reports we've gotten about the battle have made it sound like the Horde is losing. The reinforcements Theramore called in are just too strong and too numerous. Admittedly, the move was bold to the point of being completely stupid, but I still hate to think of what they're up against. Nobody likes to fight a losing battle.

We're all sort of huddled together in the living room or whatever they call the lowest floor in a Troll house. Chesuk keeps going back and forth between the Valley of Strength and here, waiting around for messengers to arrive, then racing home to report. He said the Valley of Strength is wall-to-wall; there's just no point in the whole family trying to go down there.

I really don't feel comfortable standing out in the open right now anyway. I'll just stay here with Roz, if ya'all don't mind. He's nervous too. And Korky... when she doesn't know I'm looking, she's got her head bowed. I don't think she likes what's happening, but she's in the Elite. There's nothing she can say or do about anything Garrosh says or does.