Mulgore Grass to Crossroads Dust
A short morning run from Bloodhoof Village across the plains to Camp Taurajo, then by wyvern to the Crossroads, where I did a little leatherwork.
The Road
I began the morning in Bloodhoof Village, rested and ready, with the Mulgore sun already warm. I didn't linger. I ran out across the plains and came down into the Southern Barrens, where the grass gives way to dry red earth. By the time I reached Camp Taurajo the day was still young.
Omusa Thunderhorn said he preferred the quiet of Taurajo to the bustle of the Crossroads, then asked where I wanted to go. I chose the Crossroads and flew by the flight master's mount. Below me I passed Agama'gor and the green of Lushwater Oasis, bright against the dust. Then the Crossroads came into view and I landed there.
Fellowship
In Bloodhoof Village a tauren shaman was complaining that her linens had been taken. I only overheard her and stayed on my way.
On the plains a windshaper shaman fell in near me. She remarked on how fast I ran, then said she couldn't keep pace and was out of breath. She wished me luck. I laughed and said "lol", and left her behind.
At Camp Taurajo a wounded Mangletooth called me over. He said his end was near and insisted he would still win. He claimed the Razormane were stronger than the Bristlebacks, and that his capture might yet serve his people. The Horde wanted to learn who led the raids on them. His words broke off in snorts.
Spoils & Craft
At the Crossroads I sat down and crafted Light Leather. It was a small piece of work, but it kept my hands busy.