Morning Run from Bloodhoof to the Crossroads
A brisk morning carried Nanaki from Bloodhoof Village across Mulgore and into the Barrens, ending with a bit of leatherwork at the Crossroads.
The Road
The morning found me in Bloodhoof Village, the light still soft over the tents. I did not linger. I crossed the grasslands of Mulgore and came down into the Southern Barrens, then on to Camp Taurajo.
There I took the flight master's wyvern to the Crossroads. From the air I passed over Agama'gor and Lushwater Oasis, and I came down at the Crossroads. I rested there as the morning wore on.
Fellowship
In Bloodhoof, a tauren shaman was lamenting that linens had been taken. I only overheard it as I passed.
Out on the plains a windshaper shaman called after me. She marvelled at how fast I went and said she could not keep pace. She was out of breath, and she wished me luck. I answered with a laugh.
"lol"
At Camp Taurajo, Mangletooth snorted out a greeting from where he stood. He swore he would win. He claimed the Razormane were mightier than the Bristlebacks, and that his capture could still aid his people. Omusa Thunderhorn, the flight master, told me he preferred the quiet of the camp to the bustle of the Crossroads, and asked where I wished to go.
Spoils & Craft
At the Crossroads I worked a piece of Light Leather with my own hands.