Though the problem was difficult, it still had to be solved. Zul'ra arranged the many affairs at hand, had the Witch Doctor apprentices practice brewing and stockpiling medicinal wine, then headed to the stronghold by the Thalassian Strait to board a ship and put out to sea.
"Broken-Tooth, have you ever dealt with Goblins?" Zul'ra asked the chieftain beside him, whose face was mostly hidden beneath her wolfskin helmet, as he gazed over the azure Forbidden Sea and faced the sea breeze.
"I met them once or twice when I was with the Horde. They went to great lengths to do business with the Horde, establishing a town in the marshes southeast of Stormwind. It was called Mudsprocket." Broken-Tooth wore a helmet made from the upper jaw and hide of a wolf's head. She watched the distant sea through the wolf's eye sockets and nodded slightly.
"There's a Goblin town in the marsh southeast of Stormwind?" Zul'ra blinked. He had planned to go to Booty Bay this trip, but now Mudsprocket had suddenly come up.
"Yes. I remember that marsh was near where the Orcs first arrived in this world. The Goblins built it specifically to negotiate with the Horde, though those fellows also traded with the Alliance." Broken-Tooth nodded, making no effort to hide her contempt for the Goblins' lack of allegiance.
"That should be the Swamp of Sorrows beside the Dark Portal!" Zul'ra disregarded Broken-Tooth's contempt. Goblins truly were obnoxious, but he had to admit they were exceptionally good at business.
"Yes, that's right. They called that place the Swamp of Sorrows. Mudsprocket is by the eastern coast... Zul'ra Jin..." Broken-Tooth looked at Zul'ra, nodding to confirm the place he had named and pointing out Mudsprocket's exact location. Then she suddenly called out, as if she wanted to