Morning Wing from Camp Taurajo to the Crossroads
A short morning carried Nanaki from Bloodhoof Village across Mulgore and the Barrens, by wyvern from Camp Taurajo to the Crossroads, where he worked leather.
The Road
I began the day rested, in Bloodhoof Village, with morning light on the tents. From there I crossed Mulgore and pushed south into the Barrens, through the Southern Barrens and on to Camp Taurajo. The flight master there, Omusa Thunderhorn, told me that though the Crossroads seemed the center of all activity in the Barrens, he preferred the quiet of his camp, and asked where he should send me. I took the wyvern to the Crossroads. After that I came to Agama'gor, then Lushwater Oasis, and at last The Crossroads itself, all still in the morning hours. I rested there before the day was done.
Fellowship
In Bloodhoof Village a tauren shaman was weeping and lamenting that his linens had been taken. I had nothing to offer him. Out on the plains of Mulgore, a shaman of the windshapers called out that I was fast, said she could not keep pace and was out of breath, and wished me luck. I only laughed.
"lol"
At Camp Taurajo a creature named Mangletooth hailed me, a tauren, and rasped between snorts that his end was near. He claimed the Razormane were mightier than the Bristlebacks and spoke of the Horde seeking whoever led the raids on their people. I did not stay to hear the rest.
Spoils & Craft
At the Crossroads I sat down to my work and crafted Light Leather.