Morning Run from Bloodhoof to the Crossroads

The Road

I woke rested in Bloodhoof Village, with the morning light on the tents. I didn't linger. I crossed Mulgore and came down into the Southern Barrens, then reached Camp Taurajo. There Omusa Thunderhorn offered to send me wherever I wished, saying he preferred the quiet of his camp to the bustle of the Crossroads. I took the flight master's mount to the Crossroads. Once there I passed through Agama'gor and by the Lushwater Oasis, and came at last to the Crossroads itself, still in the morning. I rested there before the day's end.

Fellowship

In Bloodhoof, a tauren shaman cried out that his linens had been taken. I heard it and no more. Out on the plains a windshaper skyborne shaman fell in beside me, but he said he could not keep pace, that he was out of breath, and he wished me luck. I laughed and said, "lol". At Camp Taurajo, Mangletooth called me over, snorting between his words. He said his end was near, but that Mangletooth would win and I would see. He said his capture could still help his people, and he spoke of the Razormane and the Bristlebacks, and of the Horde seeking whoever led the raids on their people.

Spoils & Craft

At the Crossroads I worked a piece of Light Leather with my own hands.