Inside the encampment of Grom Groll there was excitement. Not many people usually were found in the Vale, except those who where questing or traveling and sight seeing. However, on this day the camp was filled with many people. The noise level however was not expected. With so many people you would think the air would be full of noise but the air was calm and quiet. The only noises heard were the slow movements of 20+ mounts, the few coughs and sneezes of a few, and the same horn being sounded once again.

In the distant a noise started to grow louder and more distinct. The guards were restless knowing the alliance had tried to invade them earlier and thinking they were back for another try. They stood at arms ready for any attack that was about to happen. A shape started to emerge from the bushes which brought a smile to their faces. A tauren warrior was running at a full sprint breathing hard as she pumped her arms and legs trying to get to her destination. She looked behind her and with all her might she pushed herself to her limit and sprinted as fast as she could towards the encampment. With the last bit of energy she ran through the gates of the encampment with her arms flailing as she slowed herself to a stop.

Panting and out of breath she stood bent over with her hands on her knees. Sweat rolled down her face into her eyes which stung. Every breath she took was a struggle as it felt like there was something around her waist slowly growing tighter and tighter. After a few moments of trying to recompose herself she looked up to at 20 familiar faces. With her last ounce of strength she gasped, "I won." and with that, she fell backwards laughing and panting harder than she was before.

"How much did you win this time?"

Crimean slowly gained her composure and sat up holding her knees close to her. " A good 10 gold. Damn that was fun." she panted breathlessly.

"That's 10 gold that she shouldn't even get!"

Everyone looked to where the voice had come from. Tarnack slowly walked through the gates of the camp up to the large group holding the reigns of his mount in one hand and his other hand to the side of his head. " I ran into a tree branch and fell off my mount. She kept running and didn't even stop to help me." he stated as he pulled his hand away from his head revealing a fresh cut where dirt and blood clotted together.

"How do you know she even saw you?"

"She jumped right over me."

People everywhere started laughing and poking fun at Tarnack's unfortunate circumstances. Tarnack stood there for a while without any expression on his face until he himself couldn't hold it in any longer and began laughing along with everyone else. Crimean finally caught her breath and stood up and walked over to Tarnack and laid her head on his shoulder which was very uncomfortable seeing as he was almost a foot shorter than her. Eventually the laughter died down and the silence came flooding back. There was something in the air which brought a feeling of tenseness to the entire camp as the large group stood in silence.

A bulky orc maneuvered his mount in front of the group and gracefully hopped onto the ground. As soon as he had done this the rest of the group followed his silent command and dismounted as well. The only thing that could be heard was the rustling of many kodo's tin, slow shifting movements. Raptors throwing their heads side to side waiting to ride. The reigns of many horses dinging against the various metal and bone that surrounded their heads. The slow silent creaking of leather gear as someone shifted their weight from side to side. Cloth armor swaying in the wind while some chain mail made tiny little clangs from the metal hitting metal. It was a sight that was a rare sight to be seen. Twenty people grouped together with one person in the front all standing in silence, waiting.

"Crimean."

"Yes?"

"Set up the groups."

Crimean raised her head from off Tarnack's shoulder and just stood there in silence. She didn't understand what Sorrck, the orc who was standing in front of everyone, was doing. He was the one who set up the groups. He was the one who gave commands and set the rules and strategies. He did all this because he was the leader of this raid. What confused Crimean so much was why he was giving her one of the powers he held as being a raid leader.

"Sorrck, I don't understand. Why aren't you making the groups?"

"Because," he smiled, " I'm not the raid leader this time."