Day 30

It has now been a month since I've arrived on Kalimdor and joined the Horde. I spent the entire day on my feet after I was caught early in the morning by a messenger before being attached to a tauren warband returning to Camp Taurajo. A hurried farewell to Morba was all I could manage and off we went.

Tauren moved far too quickly naturally for Nyx to keep up for long and even I would be pressed. Thankfully the patient hunters and braves were long used to beasts so only had to slow a little. I'm going to need to dedicate hours of physical training to stay alive alongside such powerful people, aren't I?

At least we weren't in a rush for time, it was actually nice to go through the land without a worry like this. I'm not certain what season it is but the warmth of the sun had now grown familiar to me. The dust on the breeze was a bit annoying but whatever, it isn't smog so I don't mind.

The beasts were keeping a clear distance for the most part, save for one particularly stupid raptor pack South of the Crossroads. Three tauren had been stretching their legs at the head of the party when they came upon half a dozen raptors feasting. The rest of us arrived within moments of the scrap and swept over the beasts. The partially eaten body of a quilboar stood out among the slaughter as a testament to the fate of unaware travelers.

As we passed across the bridge and neared yet more quilboar territory I spoke quietly to my fellow warriors about Olgra and Mankrik. Felling three of the beasts when being caught by surprise was an honorable death though we shared sympathy for Mankrik. We also took to heart another aspect of the story and kept our guard up.

When we finally reached Taurajo late that afternoon I was honestly not as shocked as I thought I'd be at a total lack of defenses. The rise it was on had some natural defenses and they employed stakes but honestly the settlement was wide open from so many angles it didn't matter. And unless I want to make a total ass out of myself I can't say anything because it is supposed to be a peaceful trading settlement.

I doubt the place had more than three hundred residents and a good number of that would be the guards. To whom I was introduced and shocker, I'm one of the few orcs here. At least most of the people here are pretty good natured and unlikely to squish me.

I was being bunked in a long house with an orc Grunt named Logmar and a dozen tauren. Those dudes took up most of the space to be honest, you could probably squeeze two orcs for every tauren in one of these. Fortunately everyone liked space so the other guards were in separate lodging.

I decided to rest my feet today instead of exploring and went to retrieve junk things from my bag to eventually sell them. I had so much junk! I seem to have grabbed every blade, interesting ring, magic stick, and shiny bauble I'd come across. I'd bet it was all total trash but chump change grows.

I sheepishly had to shove it all back in my bag when Nyx knocked a pile over. Better safe than sorry, I just need to find where to sell the things soon. And get these saplings out of my bags as well. I'm still not sure what kind of stasis nonsense they have going on with bags but they take up a fair bit of space I could store more loot in.

Well I have to get my assignment bright and early so it is time to sleep.

-Borgin