Morning Run from Bloodhoof to the Crossroads
A short morning's journey carried Nanaki from Bloodhoof Village across Mulgore and into the Barrens, ending with a bit of leatherwork at the Crossroads.
The Road
I woke rested in Bloodhoof Village, with the morning light already warm over Mulgore. I did not linger. I crossed the plains and came down into the Southern Barrens, then to Camp Taurajo, where the air was dry and the camp was busy.
From Camp Taurajo I took the flight master's mount to the Crossroads. On the way I passed over Agama'gor, then the Lushwater Oasis, with the open Barrens spread out below. By the end I was at the Crossroads, where I rested a while before the day closed.
Fellowship
In Bloodhoof a tauren shaman cried out that his linens had been taken. I only heard it in passing. Out on the plains a young windshaper shaman ran beside me for a stretch. She said I was fast, that she couldn't keep pace, and that she was out of breath. She thanked me and wished me luck as I went on. I laughed and answered, "lol."
At Camp Taurajo an old boar-like voice, Mangletooth, called out to me. He spoke of the Razormane and the Bristlebacks and of someone leading the raids. Omusa Thunderhorn, who keeps the camp's gryphons, said he preferred its quiet to the bustle of the Crossroads, and asked where I wanted to go.
Spoils & Craft
At the Crossroads I worked a piece of leather and crafted Light Leather.