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    The sun had risen, bright rays penetrating through the largely untamed, protective canopy comprised of an assortment of towering palms and gigantic kapoks. The continuous stream of caws, crows, clucks and chirps echoed through the jungle, brought on by a multifarious diversity of bird species acted as a song in the largely mysterious and vacant tropical landscape.

    One of the birds, a brightly-crested junglefowl peered it's head out of the underbrush, examining its surroundings closely. Despite its small and gracile appearance, it was a fast and alert creature that had long developed the necessary survival skills it needed to evade the junglecats and even the large, intelligent raptors that opportunistically snapped at any chance of food it could get it's talons on. Unbeknownst to the fowl however, it was being hunted.

    As the bird stepped out into a glade of rough, sun-kissed grass to feed on the fallen acai berries, blown off palm trees by the wind, a crunch of leaves caused the bird to raise its head in alertness and begin flapping its wings, attempting to perch on a lower tree. As it began to take off, a flying arrow pierced the bird’s throat, going through the nape and causing the junglefowl to abruptly drop to the forest floor. From the shadows emerged a behemoth jungle troll, noticeably wounded.

    Unoji had miraculously managed to come out of the zeppelin crash without being seriously injured. Although given his heritage, most serious wounds would heal relatively quickly, even if he had lost a limb in the crash. That was one of the few perks of being a troll that the weathered Darkspear took pride in, his and all troll’s connection to the Loa allowed them advanced levels of regeneration. Regardless, his wounds were not the major thing on his mind right now. He just wanted to eat, eat and find a nice stream or body of water...

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    The books, maps, pencils, globes, trinkets and assorted objects began to slide off the right direction of the Archpriestess’ guest room desk. A pull of gravity began to persuade X’aaltha and Nurlae to lean to their left. Hooves replanted themselves on ever vertical inclining wood. Visually the Draenei head priest could watch her entire room shifting. A wave of concern wrapped her while she gestured with her outreached hand and summoned her staff from the distant wall to her touch. Bright ata’mal crystals shined some pink hue light across her stern face.

    Nurlae already lost a step, falling over to the right till her teacher snatched her wrist. Outside their room the screams were being heard of men and their falling deaths off on the deck. The airship was creaking, with loud explosions coming from the right engine that had suffered at the hand of a Dwarf's negligence. The priests had retreated to their room, now the mattresses were lifting off their nailed down frames. X’aaltha did not expect herself to be inconvenienced this way, and she was learning she had a strong dislike of vertigo. Over the white silk of her robes the slender blue tale swished and lashed the ground with a snap.

    “Teacher, suggestions?” Apprentice Nurlae asked with vulnerable concern, the women were sliding first to the right and then forward-right – now the airship was diving straight into Stranglethorn. Nurlae hit into a bookshelf built into the waxed walls, Archpriestess X’aaltha slammed next to her. A discomfort of wood striking her ribs and knees tugged on X'aaltha's thoughts. For a moment longer the priest had to think of what to do next, staying in the ship was death and death was not welcome for her and her apprentice on this day.

    The stain glass window was becoming fluttered with growing images of treetops, slowly those being lost and more sky in view while their transport further pointed south. X’aaltha noticed the desk wasn’t moving – it must have been screwed down as well. A single blue hand clutched to a bookshelf, disregarding the books falling past, and she kicked her foot into another emptying shelf.

    “Climb to the window!” The O’kul Practice founder commanded. Nurlae didn’t hesitate, her staff floating neatly at her side. She was able to figure out what her teacher was suggesting. It was a small jump but Nurlae wasn’t confident in her athleticism. The childish look of insecurity bothered X’aaltha who had to witness it. The floating rock of her staff slapped harshly against Nurlae’s ankle to prod her, the threat of another forced the younger Draenei to jump, clutching onto the desk and standing on it where the shelves lay shut. X’aaltha waved her hand silently and a bubble of white light birthed out of Nurlae to shield her. Dark violet rays of energy shot out of X’aaltha’s staff, shattering the stain glass and letting in the loud bird noises and letting in loudly the coughing sounds of the failing engine. Stain glass reflected off Nurlae’s shield, a yellow piece nearly cut the elder Draenei’s cheek. Everything was distractingly loud but the Archpriestess was able to keep focused.

    Magic was freely following X’aaltha’s call and followed in quick succession amassed a violet pool on the ground before a grotesque, boneless, tentacle creature phased into being. The Shadowfiend threatened to not be noticed because of the purple translucence of its body. Yet that did not stop it from follow X’aaltha’s command and wrapping a tentacle around Nurlae’s ankle. The apprentice screamed after being hurled up and over the shadowfiend out of the window. The shadowfiend slid across the vertical floor, grabbing X’aaltha and flung her out to the shattered bay window frame. The humid air brushed through her hair and clothes. The Dark Healer kept an eye on her screaming apprentice till she disappeared in the tree line. In the sky like this the 205-year-old alien of this world briefly remembered how insane existence could be. She pulled out from her own soul the bright encompassing shield.

    Dramatically her vision shifted with the impact of the shining barrier to the first branch, knocking her inside her protection. The roar of metal, and wood impacting the jungle ground finally broke her focus during her fall. She was tossed around from lower branch to the next, tress unintentionally passed her around.

    The landing was disorienting, laying in her shield till it faded and now the darkness of the tree line only let dappled light to find her. The grass and mud underneath moistened her once clean body. She needed Morgan to find Kahkar and now she could only suspect the warlock Worgen had been hurled off the side of the airship – hopefully not to his death. Should the young man live, her clutch onto his o’kul would bring him back sharply of his own accord. Need now to only wait on his obsession.

    Her magic shaved her the trauma of the fall but her student had many more places of hurt that could be rattled. X’aaltha eased herself to her feet with the help of her staff and follow the sounds of a woman’s grunts and exasperated breaths. Her hooves planted into mud and grass well enough, giving her sure footing to trek to the source.

    Explosions and moaning weight being bent upon itself thundered not too far from her, X’aaltha’s temples pulsed a few times in irate. She smirked when arriving to Nurlae scouting the thorny bushy and beds of large flowers for something. X’aaltha already knew what it was, the young Draenei had forgotten her staff in the guest room which was now collapsed on itself and burning.

    “Archpriestess, my staff…” Apprentice Nurlae explained with a trailing voice. Nurlae didn’t hear her teacher speak and knew then that the teacher was aware and planning something. Testing her patience through the anxiousness of being thrown out a window and free falling, Nurlae looked up to X’aaltha and watched the woman turn her head down to the airship which was still in the process of breaking apart in the crash site. Then the Archpriestess wanted her to fetch the staff? Having greater wisdom than to ask Nurlae stood and began to walk to the crash site. The Shadow of Sha’tar quietly followed behind her student, awaiting a new hunt for Nurlae to partake in while X’aaltha reflected on what to do next.
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    Tekazra's eyes snapped open, staring upwards at a canopy of verdant leaves. Her ears could pick up faint birdsong and the bubbling of running water. How did she get here? The troll replayed the events in her mind. It was just a simple zeppelin ride to Stranglethorn... they had reached the eastern continent, all seemed well for a smooth landing... but something went wrong. A dead propeller, perhaps? Whatever the cause, chaos soon followed. The goblin crew were panicking, trying to keep the wounded airship afloat, but nothing they did prevented the craft from slamming into the ground. Tekazra's memory was blank after that moment; she must have lost consciousness.

    Slowly, she came to her bearings, and moved to a sitting position. She examined herself; mostly just bruises and small cuts. Somehow, she managed to get off without any serious injury. She couldn't say the same for her equipment, though: nearly all of the arrows in her quiver were either broken or missing. That was nothing to worry about now, however. The hunter got to her feet, letting the short sensation of nausea pass over her before she regained her balance. Her eyes moved around her surroundings. It seemed she was not thrown very far from the crash, as the zeppelin was easily seen through the broken trees and plume of black smoke rising from the smoldering wreckage.

    First thing was first: find her friends. Tekazra lifted her fingers to her lips and let out a shrill whistle that echoed through the forest. She waited a few seconds, then a few more. Just as she began to whistle again, a soft growling called to her attention. She sharply turned and grinned when a familiar orange-and-black pattern came into view. "Blackfang!" She knelt down to face the animal, who padded up happily to her. There was a slight limp in his step, but otherwise, he seemed as healthy as ever. The tiger licked the wound on Tekazra's face with his prickly tongue. It stung, but the troll allowed him to continue.

    "So we got one friend down," she spoke aloud to herself. "Where be dat Tauren..."

    On the far side of the wreckage, the very same Tauren was beginning his search through the splintered remains of the vessel. Though he was mostly searching for Tekazra, he was on the lookout for anyone alive. His eyes passed over a small corpse, the same shade of green as the emerald grass that covered the jungle. He knelt over the body and closed its eyes. "Ancestors guide you, friend," the paladin whispered with a sad sigh. He could only hope the same fate was not suffered by his troll companion.

    He stood up once more and began again his search through the grounded zeppelin. "Tekazra?" he called out, hoping the wind would carry his voice. A flash of orange entered his peripheral vision and he spun around. Before he could shout, a tiger pounced onto his dented armor. His first instinct was to lash out at the beast, until he realized he recognized its features. The animal licked at his cheeks, and the tauren had to expend most of his energy trying to get the cat off of him, so he could see. Once he calmed down, Blackfang retreated back towards his master running after him. "Wintermane!" she yelled, sending a wave of relief over Brehkan.

    The two exchanged a mutual sigh of respite before returning to the matter at hand. "I searched through most of the zeppelin already," Brehkan said before Tekazra could speak. "A few goblin corpses, but no one alive as far as I could tell." Tekazra scratched her chin and contemplated their actions. She had been to Stranglethorn before, but did not recognize the area in which they crashed. She could just barely hear the sounds of the river in the distance.

    "If there really be no other survivors, I say we head to water." Tekazra pointed roughly to where she believed the river was, opposite the direction of the climbing sun. "If I be right, there should be a network of dirt paths around the area. We're bound to find one that leads somewhere, eventually." Tekazra beckoned to her tauren companion as she walked off deeper into the forest, and couldn't help but chuckle. "You be stickin' out like a sore thumb, cow-man. Might wanna put some camouflage on dat white pelt of yours." Brehkan snorted and narrowed his eyes, but his expression remained playful as he followed his friend.

    The pair (plus the tiger) trekked only for a short while when Tekazra held up her hand to halt the party. "I heard sometin'," she whispered. It was an unmistakable noise: the crunching of a person's feet upon leaves. Her keen eyes darted around, trying to separate the greens and reds of the forest with the green or blue of a troll. She found her mark as her eyes laid upon a tall Darkspear, a hunter like herself if his equipment meant anything. She thought she recognized him from the trip overseas, as well. Cautiously, she approached him.

    "Hey, mon," she spoke, hoping she wouldn't scare him and end up with an arrow in her head. "You be from da zeppelin crash, too?" Her eyes moved to the dead bird in his hands. Evidently, he already gettin' busy.

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    Unoji turned his head, somewhat startled at the sight of the trio, but quickly able to recuperate. One was a female troll, a Darkspear by the looks of it and a wintery-pelted tauren. "You be from da zeppelin crash, too?"

    Stroking his stubble of a goatee he hesitantly responds “Yes...I thought I was da only one to make it out...dere be more of ya?”

    Unoji had seen the she-troll and the tauren back on the zeppelin, though he had been to weary to try and strike up a conversation with them. Especially the troll, not that Unoji disliked her, but he had difficulty connecting with others of his kind due differing views on jungle troll culture and its place within the Horde. Unoji believed that troll culture was mostly backward, internally berating his people for their superstitious lifestyles.

    Nonetheless, if he was going to survive in these jungles, he would have to put aside his disdain for his conservative Darkspear kin. Besides, at least he wasn't stuck with just a Darkspear, he also had the honor of being trapped in this Loa-forsaken jungle with a tauren, a race that he generally got along well with. Dis will be interesting he thought to himself. “Come eat, we must be regaining our strength…”

    Suddenly Skullbender emerged from one of the darker areas where the trees can allowed no sunlight in. The large male raptor was noticeably injured, gashes and cuts covering its hide. In the emerald-scaled raptor’s mouth was the carcass of a bushpig, a much larger and appetizing meal than some wild chicken.

    Unoji smiled and he slowly walked towards his loyal pet, coercing the beast to drop the pig. “Dere dere…” the troll gently stroked the raptor’s massive head.

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    X’aaltha and Nurlae were wading through the jungle, sweaty and uncomfortable by the constricting humidity. It gnawed at thoughts, but it didn’t stop X’aaltha from prodding her apprentice forward. Nurlae continued to submit to her great teachers forceful suggestion and continued ahead, ignoring the tremor of anger going down her back. The climate was not how X’aaltha recalled Terokkar Forest to be. The weather in Azeroth was extreme and varied so much from little territory to the next. It was unlike the Outlands, a passing thought which told the Archpriestess to be cautious.

    None of the corpses could be found when they neared the cackling people of rubble that had been the ship. One engine was able to topple trees and crush them, the broken right engine was smoking and polluting the air. The Draenei stared on for a moment to the large airship in its almost squished appearance. Nurlae quietly dreaded that she left her staff in the guest room. The shattered window was reasonable to reach only because the back half of the ship had rammed into the front and collapsed download from the back. The apprentice hurried herself to figure out how to get back.

    X’aaltha watched knowingly the challenges and teachings she put her apprentice through, and then eyed ignorantly the wreckage. Here she didn’t know what to do. The Shadow Delver hopes that the captain or his remains could be found for her use. She walked over blown bits of wood and metal that made a loose parameter around the airship, avoiding the patches of open fire to step on the collapsed and cracked deck. Hiking up a slant the intricately dressed Shadow Priest had to grunt and tug herself up the planks. It was steep, but doable if only for her alien hooves giving her a natural advantage.

    The dark skinned human captain wasn’t hard to find, he however was disposed in such a way even her awesome power of resurrection couldn’t help him. The human was impaled against the wall by the captain’s door, slouched forward and drooling blood. Resurrection would only bring him back to die a traumatic death a second time. That didn’t bother X’aaltha but it was useless for her for him to experience that. So truly, now, she was lost and had no survival knowledge of how to endure Stranglethorn. How chaotic indeed.

    She stared at the corpse while Apprentice Nurlae hiked herself up, sweaty but with her red crystal staff. The darker skinned Draenei saw the captain and knew their predicament exactly as her teacher. She said nothing, waiting for the Archpriestess to fill the silence. But the woman failed her expectation and began to walk down and out of the airship. Nurlae followed quizzically.

    In truth X’aaltha picked a random direction and began the strange story of whatever would happen in Stranglethorn. Regardless of the means, she was going to find the Troll Druid Kahkar
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    Tekazra shook her head, inspecting the stranger as she did so. "Just us, I'm afraid." She eyed the troll. He seemed civil enough, so far, the huntress thought. "We found some of the bodies, mostly the crew. It be a shame." Thoughts crossed her mind that perhaps she was taking her or her friend's survival for granted, but she ignored them. There was no time for such thinking now.

    A short utterance from Blackfang brought her back to the present, and her eyes flicked towards the newly-arrived raptor, carrying meat. Tekazra's stomach growled. When was the last time she ate? Blackfang was cautious, standing in front of his master, but eventually his curiosity took over and he padded up to the raptor. His nostrils flared and he stared at the carcass with a lustful gleam in his eyes. Brehkan chuckled from behind, enjoying the tiger's antics.

    The appearance of the viridescent raptor brought Tekazra a pang of homesickness. Flashes of her own raptor entered her mind, a scarlet beauty known as Wraithtalon. She wondered what would have befalled her had she brought her upon the trip, though the raptor's fear of the skies made this impossible. The huntress could only hope she was well cared for back in the village, and she put these thoughts aside.

    Tekazra smiled and thanked the troll. She usually wasn't one to trust meat she didn't kill herself, but this would have to be an exception. With deft movements, she took out her hunting knife. "I can be cleanin' it out, if ya wish," she offered. She wasn't sure if the stranger's way was to clean his own kills, but she felt it was only polite to offer help. As soon as she finished the sentence, she suddenly realize she hadn't even introduced herself yet. "Da name's Tekazra. Dat be Blackfang," she gestured to the tiger, still gazing at the food, "and Brehkan."

    The tauren waved upon hearing his name, feeling somewhat useless. Better leave the hunters to what they do best, he decided, though he was itching to help in some manner. He glanced at the raptor, obviously beaten up from the crash. "Perhaps I could patch up that raptor of yours, if you'll let me," Brehkan said to the stranger. Anything to occupy myself, he thought.

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    Unoji quickly caught on to the female Darkspear eyeing the slain junglefowl. The older troll seemed intrigued by her offering to clean the bird and boar, but nonetheless was not wholly against being aided, especially in this dire time where Unoji wasn’t entirely sure where he was. Old enough to vaguely remember being born here, but too young to have grown up in this vast jungle. Even when he had volunteered to ease tensions between the ‘civilized races’ and the various jungle troll tribes.

    Placing the poultry on the ground alongside the corpse of the boar, he eagerly gestured the troll girl to come and do what she pleased with their eventual jungle feast. As he stood she spoke again, this time introducing herself and her friends. "Da name's Tekazra. Dat be Blackfang," she gestured to her beast, a great tiger also eyeing his kill. She then introduced the tauren as “Brekhan” and he somewhat awkwardly waved.

    Wiping his three-fingered hands against his baggy, brown pants he inspected Skullbender’s wounds, doubtful that the beast was in the right mental state to allow the troll to patch him up. “My name be Unoji” he gave a slight bow, introducing himself to the troll and tauren duo. "Perhaps I could patch up that raptor of yours, if you'll let me," the tauren, which he now knew as Brekhan spoke. “I never distrust da aid of a sunwalker, you may heal Skullbender...assuming he be letting you get close enough.”

    Unoji was unsure whether he wanted to speak to this new troll, this...Tekazra, in Zandali, though he did not want to alienate the tauren, assuming he could not speak Zandali. Either way, he ignored his gut feeling of nervousness around her, it would be unnecessary for his survival here and assuming he were to run into a potentially friendly jungle troll (which he highly doubted being both a Darkspear and a member of the Horde) he couldn’t bother to express any feelings of anxiety around them as he knew jungle trolls, especially those tribes of Stranglethorn valued strength and confidence above most.

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    The worgen, Morgan called forth an imp, the tiny demonic creature bearing resemblance to some sort of anorexic goblin on felfire. The creature bounced up and down energy, making a strange shriek of excitement. Warlocks had the unique ability to bind themselves to a specific demon, summoning them to do their bidding. While demons came in a variety of species, many having demonic mutated versions of eredar, imps were generally the weakest, being underlings at best.

    “Azjub, you will search for Archpriestess X’aaltha and her apprentice, is that understood?”

    The imp seemingly bore little compliance, but nonetheless began running through the jungle, blasting any living creature within its perimeter with felfire, either killing or frightening off. That was the strange things about demons, they were of both Light and Void, creatures bound by nothing but their own goals. Though, when mentally enslaved or given an inescapable task, they were often easily complacent.

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    Walking in constant shadow, X’aaltha donned shadowform to protect herself from the mundane threats of the rainforest. Her tall alien figure was cast in the absence of light which held so tightly to every detail of her body. It drew behind a smoky aura of ethereal energy, denoting her power in the darkness of o’kul. Her silks trailed on the rainforest floor, thorns could not cling to the shadows sheathing the thin materials of her clothes, letting her gracefully ease past. Her apprentice was not as lucky, small cuts forming across her feet, her thighs, and a branch nearly hit her in the head when she was walking while looking down to her wounds. The harshness of the jungle didn’t caress the young Draenei compassionately nor did shadow keep her allusive to the jungle. Nurlae swallowed back sighs, sweating from discomfort.

    X’aaltha was not above this, her mysterious appearance only hid how heavily she was sweating in the heat and humidity. Thirst was beginning to reach her but the jungle was not like o’kul – she did not how to scour it. Her best chance of survival was finding a fallen corpse from the airship, but this seemed increasingly unlikely when the hours passed. For a time, the Archpriestess reached behind her and grabbed her apprentice’s hand while leading her. A small gesture of support and boost of morale was shared between them.

    “We have been fortunate to not be attacked” Nurlae said out loud in a quiet voice, competing with the many noises from the life in the jungle above them. The older Draenei turned to look at her.

    “Each moment of deprivation is equally fatal, don’t assume death isn’t any further away from us if it is not see behind predatory eyes”

    “Yes Archpriestess…” Nurlae submitted, X’aaltha withdrew her hand and stood still. Through the bird calls and mammal cries were occasional, erratic, swooshing noises. X’aaltha gestured to follow, coming closer to hear maniacal high-pitched laughter. The Draenei looked at each other and X’aaltha nodded for this was the best clue to someone else they had. The sound was familiar, for X’aaltha it reminded her of the relief of control and for Nurlae it was the sting of loss. Both women thought of Morgan, and drew even more to the laughing.

    More in earshot the swooshes were being patterned with even sounds of burning and smoke was starting to get heavy with the air. A part of the rainforest was being lit aflame and animals were screaming as they were being roasted, bushes were being scorched. They saw the imp and the path of destruction that was behind its steps till the little thing stood on its hooves before the two females.

    “You haven’t burned too much, have you?” The Shadow Healer asked, perhaps worried the fire might grow to not be mangable and become an ironic means of death.
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    Tekazra dipped her head in understanding as the other troll, Unoji, laid the carcasses upon the ground. Blackfang tentatively pawed at the boar, but was trained well enough to know it was not for him. Tekazra knelt down beside the wild pig, more familiar with its anatomy than that of the bird, and got to work. She first skinned the animal, her second-generation tanner's hands making quick work of the hide. As she worked next with the meat, her stomach grumbled in anticipation. The boar was a healthy one, with plenty of good flesh on its bones. Tekazra almost wished she could prepare the meal with the seasonings and spices it deserved, but alas, the meat itself should be flavorful on its own. Castaways as well as beggars cannot be choosers, it seemed.

    As the huntress performed her duties, Brehkan attended to his own. Slowly, he crept towards the stranger troll's steed. He raised his hands in a show of good will, hoping the raptor wasn't the kind to lash out and bite strangers. It seemed peaceable enough, given its injuries. From what the tauren knew of the beasts, they were an intelligent breed. Hopefully this one was no different, and knew an enemy from a friend. Cautiously, the paladin drew forth his hand and muttered a short incantation. A pulse of soft, golden light emitted from his palm, radiating warmth much like the sun's rays. Discerning Brehkan's intentions, the raptor bent low and exposed its wounded flank to him. The tauren flashed a quick smile and pressed his hand into the beast's side. It winced and let out a short growl, but quickly relaxed as the warm energy spread along its scales and soothed its injuries.

    His work done, Brehkan stepped back and grinned. "I'd be happy to help any non-animals as well, just say the word," he told the two hunters, though they seemed too concentrated on their work to notice. "I'll just, erm... collect some firewood, then," he said more to himself than the others. They have to cook the meat on something, he assumed, so he might as well help out with the non-hunter duties. He began to scout around their makeshift site, searching for logs and smaller branches that were hopefully not too damp from the jungle humidity.

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    Unoji watched as Tekazra began skinning the boar Skullbender had caught. He was intrigued by her speed, though did not want to exert the energy to ask her in detail about her personal style. However the Darkspear did have a hunch that she her family came from a line of tanners. Unoji began thinking of any prominent families within the Darkspear known for their tanning ability, though this was made difficult due to the fact that trolls generally did not take surnames and any surnames they took were often connected to their individual accomplishments.

    Turning his head, the troll saw the white tauren creeping towards Skullbender. As Brekhan cast a healing spell in his raptor, he was surprised to see his beast willingly comply with the tauren, something he did on rare occasion. Of course Skullbender had never experienced a negative interaction from a tauren, never having been exposed to the highly aggressive and deceptive, black-furred Grimtotems or the brutish, bison-like taunka of the northern continent.

    Surprisingly, Unoji found himself somewhat interested in this troll. Not that this Tekazra likely shared any similarities with himself save for being the same race and of the same tribe. “Eh...Tekazra, ain't it? Wh-where did ya learn dose skills in skinning? I don't think I have been seein’ ya anywhere in Orgrimmar, so I assume ya live in da Isles”, Unoji internally sighed, having never been particularly good at formulating questions.

    -----

    “You haven’t burned too much, have you?”

    The imp did a backflip before letting out a truly warped and unsavory chuckle. “Azjub make many animals burn!” he let on a wicked, toothy grin, not clearly answering the shadow priest's question, though looking at her with an unapologetic gaze.

    The imp turned and pointed his large clawed-index finger to the trail he had left behind. The trail ran in between trees, any leaves or patches of grass being completely incinerated, leaving nothing but a path of scorched earth.

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