Jim, with the help of the same Draenei priestess from before, slowly made his way through the now mostly abandoned camp with a defeated sigh. "Well at least Brit's enjoying getting her hands dirty, I just wish it wasn't all for nothing. Set up camp here, lose countless soldiers to the Undead and Vrykul, lose even more to the Horde, then we're told to pack it all up and move to the other side of the continent where we have to work with the Horde."<span style="color: Navy">"Perhaps it is for naught, but vhat can we do? We'll be arrested and tried for treason if we leave, and if we stay we'll be killed and turned into soldiers for the Lich King... I'll never see my children again."</span>The Draenei let out a sad sigh and moved to take a seat on a barrel as Jim began to practice on a makeshift target dummy trying to get his strength back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>