Annabel heard the call for action from the chieftain and immediately set out to get her horse. It was saddled and ready in minutes by the youngsters who were not old enough to fight, but of age to be able to take care of the few animals the survivors still had.<br/><br/>Annabel couldn't help but feel a ball of fear forming in her stomach as she strode her horse when watching the first warrior get on his kodo. They were lucky that despite the darkness of the night, the twin moons were shining ever so brightly. It provided enough light to fight in, to see who was the enemy and which ones were her allies. A feeling of unease washed over her when she saw Molakatar already in reigns to leave the enormous gates of Ogrimmar. What a strange idea it was, to live and love in the city her ancestors had hated so much, alongside those they had called enemies in more prosperous times.<br/><br/>With a grim look upon her face, and making sure she had her staff fastened tightly upon her back, she followed the great Tauren out of the gate. She was a terrible fighter, but her light would help the warriors heal their wounds or turn the undead in a moment of danger.<br/><br/>"Molakatar, I'll follow you!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>