Molakatar was watching over the group of orphans that they had managed to rescue. He had to offer whatever assistance he could and despite being large and at times awkward he helped with a hand that would make a matron jealous. But at the call of Baine he stood up and motioned to the matron who suddenly looked worried for his well being. "This has to be done, should the gate fall we all die." He turned away and grabbed his large ax that rested against the wall. It had been a little bit since he wielded it but it felt like an old friend as he gripped its handle. It was a Warsong ax, similar in appearance to Gorehowl, but not as elaborate. An old momento from a dear departed friend.<br/><br/>He looked back at the children and gave them a warm smile. "Do not cry children, I will be back. And if not I will be sure you are all safe. Lok'tar..." He chuckled lightly, funny how an Orcish phrase could be heard from even members of the Alliance now. He walked to where Baine was standing and had the ax resting on his shoulders. His large frame standing above many of the other tauren males. "Chief I stand ready to defend the Great Gate." He hit his chest with a fist and a slight bow of his head.<br/><br/>He hurried across the small area to where his Kodo was stabled. Only problem was it wasnt armored for war, so he would only ride it to the front, not take it into combat. With a small bit of effort he slipped himself onto its back and looked at the others. "Anyone in need of a ride?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>