Morning Run from Bloodhoof to the Crossroads
A short morning carried Nanaki from Bloodhoof Village across Mulgore, down into the Barrens, and by wyvern or bat to the Crossroads, where a bit of leatherwork closed the day.
The Road
I woke rested in Bloodhoof Village in the morning light, and by the time I'd had my bearings I was already moving. I crossed the grass of Mulgore and passed down into the Southern Barrens, then came to Camp Taurajo. There the flight master, Omusa Thunderhorn, said he preferred the quiet of the camp to the bustle of the Crossroads, and asked where he should send me. I took his mount to the Crossroads. Once there, I wandered past Agama'gor and the Lushwater Oasis, and at last came back into The Crossroads itself, still in the morning.
Fellowship
In Bloodhoof, a tauren shaman was crying out about stolen linens, and a name, Boone Stronghorn, was spoken in his distress. Out on the plains of Mulgore, a skyborne shaman of the windshapers fell in beside me. They remarked on my speed, then said they couldn't keep pace and were out of breath. They wished me luck, and I answered only with a laugh: "lol".
At Camp Taurajo, a boar-like creature named Mangletooth called me over and spoke in snorting gasps of the Razormane and the Bristlebacks, and of the Horde's need to learn who leads the raids on their people. I did not stay to hear the end of it.
Spoils & Craft
At the Crossroads I sat down and crafted Light Leather.