Day 29

The army camped yesterday to let the healers work while the more mobile teams hunted down the quilboar. I mostly spent the day on sentry duty. I also penned a letter to Dashade, mostly out of a curiosity on what he'd been up to but also a request for assistance. I freely admit I have no idea what to do with these soul shards let alone if my desire was possible.

I also got a promotion yesterday to Grunt. Battlemaster Deathbringer swapped out my small rank emblem for a new one that I attached to my belt. The real shock was an offer to a post of my choice or joining them against the centaur. I'm not sure what the Horde will do with the quilboar children but Iskar had liked my behavior during the battles and mentioned it. The warlock burning seemed to be a favorite among the older warriors.

I politely requested to be stationed at Camp Taurajo or somewhere with human interaction. I couldn't help but give them their own taste of shock when I explained my wish to be a translator. When asked why I applied to the military instead of another position I laughed and claimed the loot was better.

And it definitely is. While the Horde reclaimed most of the material and money as was right, we warriors got to loot our enemies. I must say that those warlocks surprised me with how much coin they carried. Not to mention all the little shinies and gems that you can find even if I did pass some over to Iskar after noticing he didn't loot at all.

Today wasn't much more exiting for me to be honest. Wolf riders rode out early this morning and a few dozen men were sent to track some missing parties but overall things were quiet. Reports had streamed in overnight and word had already spread around camp that another Horde force had disembarked in Ratchet and intercepted the fleeing quilboar and centaurs.

The following campaign they were fighting in the South against centaur was being accompanied by a sizable force of adventurers. I would almost feel pity for the brutes but honestly I know how fucked their origin story is and screw that. I draw the line at cannibalism thanks. Goodbye centaurs, I hated you well. It took forever to get rid of the lingering static from the lightning in the battle.

Morba showed up this morning with Nyx beside him before running off to help tend to the injured. I noticed that she has started a bit of a growth spurt recently and she happily bumped against my lower leg. I could only give her a brief pet and a small snack from my bag before returning to my watch.

I didn't get a chance to track Morba down again until dinner. He told me Jina seemed to be doing better with the so far nameless cub to care for. Apparently it would only be a matter of time before they properly bonded. I wished her the best of course but it would take quite a while for that cat to grow.

Morba broke a quiet moment with a rather odd question though. "Where do you see your future Borgin?"

"A house in the Drag," I reply after plucking at my sweaty shirt. "On the cliffs so I get a view of Grommash Hold. Maybe I could gather some scribes and build a library!"

Morba seemed amused by my excitement at the thought of books though I also didn't want to have to pay mass quantities of gold to buy them. I made the looting of books a priority should I ever get the chance though I am unsure if I'll ever end up somewhere where that would be possible. I may need to just translate Alliance books myself to fill my library.

Honestly the thought of a nice cozy house after I've gotten my fill of being smacked around in battle is nice. Maybe one of those cool tower ones. Though isn't is some kind of pride thing to build it by hand? Damn. Screw the tower I'd rather pay to get half of it carved into the cliff. That'd be interesting and keep the heat away.

I need to empty my bag of all the random junk I've picked up lately. Or I can play with Nyx which arguably is more fun. And now the large eyes are staring at me. I surrender. Pretty sure I picked up some rope to play with somewhere so off I go.

-Borgin