While foraging in the nearby hills, my associates happened upon a small, secluded cave in the mountainside. It was there that a most interesting thing took place. My handful of followers and I found the region of Nagrand by far the most hospitable – I will thank you for forgoing any obvious remarks concerning the ready availability of grass – and so we took up temporary residence in its outlying territories, near to your Mag’har kin’s Ancestral Grounds. I do so love what your fellow orcs have done with the place. That would require you to have ever truly had her back.Īllow me to share with you a most curious tale.Īfter my recent, shall we say, difficulties with many of my Grimtotem kin, I decided to retire temporarily through the Dark Portal to Outland – a remarkable spectacle at first sight, I must say. Indeed, you may even take some solace in this knowledge – you see, my good Garrosh, you have not truly lost her at all. I believe I have some information concerning her loss that will be of interest to you. Word has reached me of the terrible tragedy you have recently suffered, concerning the loss of your dear mother Lakkara. Actually, let us not put up false pretenses I don’t at all hope it finds you well, and further, I know that it will not. So I’m not sure what to make of that.įor now, though, it’s that first one that’s the bigger deal, because the message she was delivering…well, here, see for yourself. This one’s being pretty tight-lipped about what he was doing there, so I’m guessing that one wasn’t another messenger. On a side note, just before she arrived here, some of our soldiers captured a SECOND Grimtotem sneaking around the Dranosh’ar Blockade. She had wanted to be brought to Orgrimmar in order to deliver a letter – to me personally. The Grimtotem warrior that Nazgrim was holding in Brackenwall Village was delivered to Orgrimmar. Spazzle said it would go over like gangbusters, though.) I don’t really understand what that means. (Or, for the math nerds out there, NotQuite(Monday + Mailbag). The audience bursts into applause Garona, beaming, steps forward and opens her mouth as if to speak or sing. If you get too close then you’re toast, Garona. Stop your hiding out by that ghost Karoma. Something in you draws you to me, Garona. While Sargeras pulls my strings, plotting things, Now my binding spell is spun, won’t be undone:įight it if you want, but you’re mine, Garona. As a drum beat begins, Garona dances at center stage, surrounded by Gul’dan, Medivh, and Cho’gall.
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