When the infighting among the Mag'har Orc heroes came to an end, the southern outpost north of them welcomed Dranosh and his group.
"Wow, Young Saurfang, is this the bride you found?" Karas, the squad captain stationed there, teased when he saw the Broken standing beside Dranosh.
"This is Mar'jano, a pitiful Draenei Broken." After spending some time together, Dranosh had learned her name.
"You took a look around the south. Did you find anything?" Karas turned to business as well.
Dranosh let out a breath. "Nothing major for now. But they're still planning something big during the harvest season. Same as always. You need to be careful too."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. It's not like this is my first time fighting the Mag'har. High Warlord Regar will definitely make the proper arrangements."
After chatting with Dranosh for a while, Karas arranged for them to rest inside the outpost.
After several days of sleeping rough and matching wits with the Mag'har wolf riders, returning to their own territory finally gave them a sense of being home.
The outpost was small, only three stories tall. The top floor held weapons and combat observation posts. The middle floor was for living quarters, while the bottom floor stored supplies. However, for safety, the garrison often moved important supplies upstairs. That left Dranosh and the others free to sleep on the warehouse floor below. None of them minded the rough ground. They pulled over some hay and promptly fell asleep.
The Goblin Gordmanpu comfortably rolled around in the haystack and cried out in satisfaction, "Now this is living. No worries, no need to prepare to run away."
Then he saw the Broken pulling over some hay, preparing to sleep beside Dranosh. He could not help reminding her, "Broken, that's our finest