So, I must have slept for maybe ten hours that night because it seemed that people rarely use this particular inn. The only sounds I heard in the morning were a few padders of footsteps from the innkeeper and the wolves on patrol. I woke up probably about eight or so and asked the innkeeper who was in charge.

"I am." The innkeeper claimed.

I shook my head, "No, I meant who do I report to?"

He nodded, "Oh, Gar'Thok usually gives people assignments, you might want to check with him."

I asked some guards where he might be and they pointed me to a bunker, a thing made of stone and wood and about 4 feet into the ground. I found a few orcs that looked like they were waking up. "Is a Gar'Thok here?" I asked.

"You're that convict?" One of them said.

I shrugged and nodded my head.

"Me busy, leave me alone."

I looked at him confused, "I was told I needed to report to you."

He picked up a box and started walking out of the bunker, "Yes, but it's Saturday. Me's going fishing. Ask the cook outside the inn. He might have something for you to do."

I looked outside and saw the orc cook and the butcher outside, seeming like they had their work cut out for them. Seeming to be serving a few grunts boxes of food, I will say that whatever they were cooking smelled sweet but of a meaty sense. "Yes, can I help you?" He said when I approached.

"I was told you might ave some work for me?" I claimed.

"My supplies are starting to run low hence the rush. Most of the grunts know that it's first come first served, but if I had more supplies, I could hold out a little longer. Bring me some of the biggest tailasher eggs you can find, and I might have enough supplies for tomorrow as well.

Be careful with the Bloodtalon tailasher will protect there eggs more often then not."

"What's a…" I couldn't pronounce the T word, "Ta-ta-illash."

"It's a raptor."

I nodded, "Oh, okay. I'll see what I can find."

I walked down the path where the raptors might be, but I ran into more aggressive wildlife than anything else. The place didn't seem to have many people or guards, not to mention the heat, there seem to be a very eat or be eaten behavior among the wildlife, as I walked a hot footed dirt ground where it seemed nothing grew.

Eventually on the way there I ran into a broken-down fort of humans. Humans made me a little uneasy, I didn't see many when I was a kid, when I did see them rarely, none of them spoke Thalassian. But I heard about their betrayal when I was in the caves of Tempest Keep so I knew that they would likely attack any blood elves they saw. To not much avail I tried to avoid the confrontation by scaling the coastline. I was still attacked by humans that spoke a funny kind of Common. I did try to say a 'Ello' a few times. Only to have it be followed by nonsensical gibberish and strikes with their swords.

Call it a grotesque sense of curiosity but the fort the were defending seemed like it might have treasure or something of that sort. And it's not like I could use any levels of diplomacy to trade. Lastly, it's not like they could stop me either. There wasn't a skilled swordmen that didn't try to attack me like I was a foreign tree that needed to be chop down. So, it was hard to think about who was more in the wrong here. Them for not listening or surrendering or me for just marching through there area uninvited. When a human would go down dead or unconscious I kind of just kept saying in Thalassian, 'You started it'. There was very little bloodshed seeing most of these humans were wearing armor, but I was cutting a few less vital areas like in the hands, legs, and across the chest. I think a few were playing possum and I guess I was okay with that.

However, as I was exploring this ruined fort, I found the only functional area that seemed to have working roofs. I found an area that was cleaner than any other place that you could call a garrison. I said treasure in Orcish and Thalassian. I saw the bald human smile at me and pull out a key, "You speak Thalassian?" I said to him. "You have treasure here?"

He nodded and spinned around a key on a chain.

I walked up to him as he held the key out for me, but as I was about to take it, he moved his hand out of the way and shook his head. I tried to grab at it more aggressively, but he kept moving his hand away and then moving completely away as I tried to jump for it. I drew the sword off my back and was going to engage him in combat.

He banged on his chest two times, looked at me sideways, and moved his hands about, greatly in my personal space, but not touching me. Eventually he spinned away from me and pointed both his fingers at me with his head down. He looked up at my face as if he was expecting me to do something.

I was confused by the whole thing, I did the chest pound thing he did a few seconds ago. He nodded as if he wanted me to keep going. I move in the same motion he did, but I wasn't in his face like he was, and my moves felt awkward as I really didn't understand this game he was playing, but eventually I pointed my two fingers at him like he did in the end.

He shook his head seeming to be disappointed. He stomped and made a funny noise with his mouth. He was more energetic this time seeming to be moving in a rhythm with these strange stops in his movements. I wish I could describe it better, but his movement seemed rhythmic and at the same time mechanical as he moved. Eventually he pointed his two fingers at me, and I heard two of the guards cheer behind me as he finished.

The situation felt even more awkward. But the guards started chanting, "Go, go, go."

I shook my head, I felt I was going to die of embarrassment, and I was about to leave, the supposed guard captain held out the key clanging it in front of me. "Tresor" he said in Thalassian.

I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and looked over at him with a smile. There were a few sword choreographies I learned in Dawnstar Village that I used to entertain. I mined the movements like I actually had a thin bladed sword in my hands, but I improvised a few hand movements like I was underwater. The guard captain kind of just stood there with his arms crossed when I put my hands or face close to him, I heard the guard's cheer. Eventually I got tired from moving around and pointed my two fingers at him.

He smiled, nodded, walked up to me and pulled out the key and held it for me. As I snatched it away because I thought he was going to try to pull it away. I saw the red flame colored sword I was carrying drop on the ground.

I looked up where the captain was, and he was gone. I looked around and the spectating guards were dead. I looked around more and the guard captain I was just dancing with was also dead, but I saw the key he was holding around his neck. I bent down to see if he was still possibly breathing but he was gone. I felt some since of guilt and confusion as I knew I had one of my blackouts again, but usually I just lose time. This was something else. I took the key from his corpse and on the roof top I found a chest. "Tresor" I said out loud even though there was no one to hear me.

I used the key to open it up and in the chest was a letter that was in Common, but I recognized the name Proudmoore on the bottom. I had heard that name a few times from my mother and grandfather when I was a kid.

I realized that I had gotten sidetracked again. "Raptors. Killing raptors, no, hunting raptors would be better than this." I thought.

Hopefully, I wouldn't have a black out again. When I got close to the water it seemed to be the earthy pink the clouds were, but after being in the sun for most of the day that water felt extremely cold. I guess I was somewhat glad it wasn't like the water from back home where it came in waves and threaten to pull you farther out to sea. There wasn't any ports or bridges, or any evidence that seemed like they were ever built, just that collection of crashed ships that was next to the stone fortress I was just in. When I dived under the water the floor was about as hard as most of the land with just a few pockets of sand. When I swam to the island the raptors where they were about as aggressive as I would come to expect from a predatorial creature that is trying to stop an invader from stealing her offspring. I was thankful that I was wearing mail armor because a few times those raptors that were about the size of a full-grown dog managed to nick me with their claws, and it really hurt when they hit my exposed skin. By the time I was done finding all the eggs I needed my armor looked like it went through the ringer. The raptor eggs were a tough squeeze to get into my backpack and not to mention that if I were to take the same path back, I would run into wildlife, more raptors, or marines from that fort. I used my Hearthstone to go back to Orgrimmar knowing that the straight shot to Razor Hill was longer but safer for the eggs.

I did, however, badly need repairs. I took all my gear to a nearby merchant. She looked at each piece slightly surprised as it was on my body and then pulled a raptor talon out of my chain mail. "I can fix it, but it will take a while. You might want to consider buying a whole new set of armor. It might be cheaper."

"Do you 'ave any?" I asked as she was inspecting.

She shook her head no, "Sorry we only sell guns and ammo here. Try the shop three buildings down."

I went to the shop and three merchants seemed surprised when I stepped in, "What happened to you, I've seen sparring dummies with less damage than you?"

One of the merchants came close to me, "She's been swimming in the ocean, you know what saltwater will do to chainmail."

The only female orc waved at me, "So I take it you came for a replacement set?"

I shook my head, "No, I was wondering if you could repair this one."

She looked at me closely, "It will take some time. A new set will likely run you about 18 silvers."

I shook my head, "No I can't, I won't have any money for food, lodging, or repairs after that, how much will it cost to repair."

She looked at me closely and touched the mail armor that was on me, "About 2 silvers, it's made of cheap materials, but the only issue is time."

I nodded "Do you have any clothes?"

"I do." Another orc said raising his hand, "A set of cotton clothes will run you about 11 silvers."

I half smiled, "Do you ave any-zing a little more free-ish?"

The cloth merchant sighed, "I think I have some spare sheets I can secure with a pin." He handed me a cloth sheet and some safety pins, and I met the armor merchant on the second floor. She helped me with the sheets and secured them with the safety pin.

I left and let them get to work. When I walked outside, I saw the only familiar face I've seen since I came to Orgimmar standing next to a dragon head on a pike, "Saurfang?"

He looked over at me, "Oh…" he pointed his finger at me, "I'm sorry, I can't remember your name for the life of me."

"Perfectia." I reminded him.

He nodded, "Right, interesting outfit you've got on. I take it things haven't been going well since you've been on probation? You didn't have to sell all your possessions, did you?"

I shook my head, "No, not-zing like zat. I've ad some strange work, you could say. Ze merchant zat are fixing my zings just tried to take all my coin."

He looked upwards, "You should see a bag vendor. It might not seem like the best investment but trust me it is."

I shrugged one shoulder, "What to do in zis city? I've… " I couldn't think of the word, "Ow you say? Not zing to do?"

"Not busy?" He answered.

"Oui." I said in Thalassian (Yes)

He smiled, "Ever used an axe before?"

I shook my head, "I zhought zoes zings were for chopping wood."

He laughed, "Trust me, an axe could be an extremely effective weapon if used right. Go to the Valley of Honor, someone should be able to teach you the basics."

I shrugged, nodded, and waved goodbye to him.

I looked around a bit, walked into shops, caves, and tunnels. I wasn't really trying to get sidetracked but the fact of the matter was I couldn't leave Orgrimmar half-naked like I was. I was barefooted so it was hard to run, and I had to stay on shadows to keep my feet from burning. I eventually found a cool shady place away from the sun. As I got deeper, I found a chasm of tent shops lit up by torches but as I got deeper, I couldn't help but think the temperature was raising again. The cave seemed to go even deeper as I explored, "Hey!" Someone shouted.

I looked at where it was coming from. It was a plainly dressed orc with a torn red t-shirt and jeans, "Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I was just looking around, did I wander into a bad part of the neighborhood?"

He laughed slightly, "You have no idea."

I shrugged slightly, "Are you going to rob me, because I don't have anything on me?" I backed away from him, "Wait? You are not planning to… I'll scream!"

He looked at me confused, then in realization, "No, I didn't mean anything like that. I meant demon influence, jeeze. The warchief wants this room cleared of demons and to bring back the heart of Taragaman the Hungerer."

I looked down the path and back at him, "So when I get my armor back clear out some demon in this cave?"

He looked at me inquisitively, "You might want to bring some help. I only stopped you because you would have been killed or worst right away if you stepped any farther."

I shrugged, "I'll see what I can do." I left kind of in a hurry. I'm not sure if that place was a place where I would be robbed or assaulted but I couldn't shake the feeling that it might be. I asked for directions this time for a way to the Valley of Honor and I was kind of impress when I walked into that place. Lot of gritty looking high towers, shops, and even a lake with some pretty big fish. I was pointed to the place I could learn how to uses an axe and eventually I was sent to a troll with a funny accent. We couldn't really understand each other very well as he replaced his TH's with D's. So, for the sake of a reread I will leave out all the times we got lost in translation, "Can you teach me ow to use an axe?" I asked.

The trolled nodded his head, "I can, but will cost ya 20 silver."

I gave him his coin and he gave a steel even bar that was weighted on each end. "Dere, if you learn to spin dat, den you'll know how to use an axe." He said.

I looked at it and him confused, "Does zis ave any-zing to do wiz ze fact zat I'm a girl?"

He shook his head, "I'm not be understanding what ya mean and I don't tink it just de accent."

I held the stick he just gave me, "Zis is a baton, it's for dancing. I thought you were going to at least make me chop some wood."

He rolled his eyes, "Weapon axes balance point is in the center if de shaft. If you spin it de right way you can go through inches of armor, hide, or bone. If you find an axe dats not centered down the middle, dat axe isn't for fightin, it be for labor or throwin." He could see that I was hesitant to believe him also barely understanding him, "Just trust me on dis. When you be pickin up an axe it will come to ya."

I twirled it around like I had seen a lot of clowns that came to my home to entertain me. It was heavier than I expected, and I could faintly hear the sound of sand moving around as I shook it side to side.

"Those come off if you want to practice with uneven axes." He was referring to the weights on each end.

It was a long walk back to the armor shop and it seemed I spent a lot of my coin. So, I played with this baton and dropped it more than a few times. The odd thing that happened was when I did an orc grunt usually picked it up for me so he or she can give it back to me. But before he or she handed it back to me they would give me some kind of advice, so I could move it more skillfully or they would show off some kind of trick before they handed it back to me. Eventually I walked back to the armor shop and Saurfang was still there in front of that dragon head. "I see you're learning the basics." He said when he saw the baton in my hand.

I shrugged, "Saurfang, can you actually twirl that axe you have like I'm spinning this baton?"

He shook his head, "No... I can twirl this axe a lot better than you could twirl that baton."

"Can you show me?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Uh, no. I was mind controlled by a shadow priest once and dealt a lot of damage to about everyone that was around me, adventurers, grunts, you name it. It hasn't happened again since I did this special cold training, but if I start showboating someone might think it's happening again." He looked at me, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"LOOK OUT! SAURFANG AS BEEN MIND CONTROLLED AGAIN!" I yelled and cast a strongest protection spell on myself and looked at the other guards, "Run, I'll try to 'old him for as long as I can." The two guards ran out the exit.

The protection spell faded, "See, now no one can see you."

He looked at me angerly, "You're on thin ice as it is!" He shook his head, "And you seem to have a talent for melodrama." I didn't understand what that word meant, but I later asked the innkeeper. He sighed "Fine." He took off his axe and put it in front of him and spinned it with both hands. He spinned it so fast that it started to fade from sight. Then he started spinning it with one hand, and then the other, and the other, and a sound started booming from the axe blowing threw the wind and I could feel the wind blowing at me. He stopped, held the axe at the base, and held it out to me, "See? It's easy." He claimed.

I smiled from the show he gave, and I reach for the axe and gripped onto the leather and wood his axe was made from. He let it go and I fell on my chin from the sheer weight if it, "Ouch." I said as I picked myself up.

"Serves you right." He picked up his axe and put it behind himself, "Try to think things through before you decide to make a scene again, Perfectia."

I nodded and waved goodbye to him and entered the armor shop and got my armor. Then I made that trek to Razor Hill and gave the cook his eggs. His only complaint being that it was pretty late, but he had enough for the next rush on Sunday. So here I am again eating a bacon and egg sandwich that was left from the rush, and it's little cold, but is actually pretty good. Things have been eventful to say the least, nothing like the day to day grind at Shattrath City and spending your earnings on small indulgences like books, dice, cards, or marbles. And it's definitely not like the slave labor at Tempest Keep. I'm choosing to spend my last words and thoughts tonight for memories of home. The sound of the ocean waves, the smell of sea salt and sand in the air, and the blue and white ocean reflecting off the clear blue sky.

My grandfather, his sailors, my mother, and our great house of Dawnstar. Home, will I ever see it again, I'm learning to accept that it will not be the same when I get back, if I get back… No, when I get back. But I am wondering what it's going to take to get there, so far I don't think I've thought much through onto how.