Morning Wind from Bloodhoof to the Crossroads
A short morning carried me from Bloodhoof Village across Mulgore and down into the Barrens, with a gryphon ride, a dying boar's plea, and leatherwork at the Crossroads.
The Road
I woke rested in Bloodhoof Village, with the morning bright over Mulgore. I didn't linger. I crossed the plains, then went south into the Barrens, past the Southern Barrens and on to Camp Taurajo.
At Camp Taurajo, Omusa Thunderhorn the flight master greeted me. He said that although the Crossroads seemed the center of all activity in the Barrens, he preferred the quiet of his own camp. He asked where I wished to go, and I chose the Crossroads. The ride carried me out over the dry country.
After that I came to Agama'gor, then the green of Lushwater Oasis, and at last the Crossroads. I rested there before the day ended.
Fellowship
In Bloodhoof Village a tauren shaman cried out that her linens had been taken. I heard it, but the record shows no more than that.
On the plains of Mulgore I fell in with a skyborne shaman of the windshapers. She gasped that I was fast, that she couldn't keep pace, and that she was out of breath. She thanked me for something and wished me luck as a fellow tauren. I only laughed and said, "lol".
At Camp Taurajo a creature named Mangletooth called me over. Between snorts he said his end was near, that he would still win, and that the Razormane were stronger than the Bristlebacks. He said the Horde wanted to learn who led the raids on their people. He trailed off before he finished.
Spoils & Craft
At the Crossroads I crafted a piece of Light Leather. It was small work, but my hands were glad of it.