Morning Run from Bloodhoof to the Crossroads

The Road

The morning found me in Bloodhoof Village, the day still young over Mulgore. From there I struck out across the plains, and before long the land opened into the Southern Barrens. I came to Camp Taurajo, where Omusa Thunderhorn, the flight master, said he preferred the quiet of the camp to the bustle of the Crossroads, then asked where he should send me. I chose the Crossroads and took his mount north.

The flight set me down among the places I passed on the way: Agama'gor, then the Lushwater Oasis, and at last The Crossroads itself, still in the morning light. I rested there at the end of the day.

Fellowship

In Bloodhoof a tauren shaman was lamenting that her linens had been taken. I only passed her by. Out on the Mulgore road a windshaper skyborne shaman fell in near me. She remarked on how fast I was, said she could not keep pace and was out of breath, thanked me, and wished me luck. I answered with a laugh:

"lol"

At Camp Taurajo a voice called out to me. It was Mangletooth, speaking between snorts. He said his end was near, but that Mangletooth would win, and that his capture could still help his people. He claimed the Razormane tribe was mightier than the Bristlebacks, and that the Horde wanted to learn who led the raids on their people. I left him there with his words.

Spoils & Craft

At the Crossroads I crafted Light Leather.