Day 16
I went out with another hunting party this morning. The raptors have been pushed South and while most of the lions are gone we have to deal with prides being pushed out of quilboar territory. At least I now have a cloak to partially protect me from the sun, right? Yay military regulations being relaxed. Seriously if they expected me to continue bare chested I'd resign.
In other news Sergra Darkthorn sent a message with the kodo that arrived at noon. It was short and sweet in the whole 'You can keep doing that, but it's on your head' sense of things. Foreman Lukjo, who I will call Lucky Joe, asked me very politely to remind Sergra that just as the stone hadn't been picked up in weeks, the pay for the workers and soldiers had never been delivered.
I tacked on a request for a consultation with an experienced shaman and druid for the benefit of the Horde, mostly because Morba gave me the correct phrasings to at least guarantee it is looked at. I knew they could superspeed tree growth, Teldrassil for example, and I honestly needed to make sure there wasn't a stupid reason they'd never done it here. Is it super tiring or something? I need to know!
I did a sweep of the road while the wagon was being loaded, passing it leaving on my way back. A couple raptors got spooked off but I didn't see anything else. A quiet stroll was just what I needed. Unfortunately my good mood vanished when I was called to my superior when I returned.
Sergeant Gurnag, who is actually in charge around here but mostly focusing on keeping his people alive, gave me some lessons with a bow this afternoon. I can kind of do it I guess? I feel like my fingers are way too big even though they aren't sausages like the game portrayed, everyone and everything seem proportioned a bit better. It's not so bad with the writing sticks I buy off Zylam but I did notice a Forsaken in the Crossroads using a much smaller one so he may just be a cool guy.
Gurnag was the type to know what he could do and what he couldn't, and efficiently abuse those facts. He had been a proficient but not amazing warrior before taking an injury that withdrew him from the frontlines. Displays of astonishing patience while he recovered landed him a guard job that suits him. He keeps things running exactly as he was told without having to abuse the peons, which would get him executed via a law placed by Doomhammer and rewritten by Thrall.
So yeah, he knew I needed to learn the bow eventually and who better than a taskmaster like him? At least he was fair about things and was attempting to read a book about goblins I'd bought. Dude needed to be able to read and I needed to shoot so shoot I did.
Several of the Grunts and Scouts stood around laughing at me for a bit before Gurnag roped them into target practice as well. We had a bit of a competition because of it and surprisingly I wasn't the worst shot of the bunch. Definitely not good yet but I prefer my axe to a bow anyway and a shield is way too useful.
I'm pretty lucky I didn't have a patrol this evening as my fingers are cramping writing this. I suppose I should take that as a sign and stop.
-Borgin