"I am exiled from my people; I was not always a warlock or in fact of any worth to the people of the Horde.  I was but a lowly peon, but a smart one if you'll allow me to stroke my ego for a moment.  When the sun grew too hot, I would work in the shade of the trees I was meant to cut down and drink from the cool waters near them.  If it should have become too much I would rest behind the rocks where none could find me until my strength returned.  A younger warlock found me one day and began to strike me heavily, I was afraid for my life and went to strike at him.  I had forgotten the axe was still in my hands, I slaughtered one of my own people and fearing for my life I ran.  Taking with me what I could find of the young warlock.  I studied his art as a means of service to the young man and continue on his legacy despite the fact he is long dead and I am very much alive and have been punished for my crime."  Duran's eyes down turned at the Draenai's response and he could only look up for a moment to speak to her.<br/><br/>"I do not ask you to help my people or any of the horde, I merely ask assistance in stopping raiders who are decimating the villages in Zangermarsh for sport.  I have seen them with my own eyes, they are from many different races but their leader is a Forsaken and a powerful one in the ways of the sword.  I can not hope to defeat all of them on my own, I have come seeking aid here and a way to redeem myself of my sin.  I am far beyond the call of my brethren so I come to you instead.  Will you aid me?"  Duran knew his kind had enough prejudice against them without the fact of being a warlock.  Those under the wing of that dark art often found themselves eschewed from all but their own kind and even then it was rare to find anyone who would associate with them.  At best they were tolerated, but now it seemed as if he had no hope of finding anyone to aid him simply because of what he was.<br/><br/>"I know my kinds' blood debt is high and that the blood debt of those of my cloth is even higher.  I want to repay what I can when I can.  I believe this task will at least give me some peace at mind and a way to repay even the tiniest fraction of my debt.  If you would aid me with this, I will do what it is you wish me to do for you; so long as it does not involve taking my own life."  Duran pleaded clasping his hands together in front of the pair and bowing his head slowly.<br/><br/>"For the sake of the people in Zangermarsh...please look past what I am."  The orc lifted his head slowly to try and find some gauge on their reaction.  He was sure the draenai was still scowling at him and the mage would be looking at him with curiosity.  He didn't care, he just wanted the help, it was all that was needed at the moment anything else was just a distraction.  His eyes did not wander to the new people entering or the others around the place, he simply kept his face downturned and waited.  It was their choice to take the chance to end his life, walk away or decide to aid him.  The first and latter suitedhim just fine.