"What a miser." Watching the Goblin proprietor run back into the shop, most of the diners understood perfectly well that he simply could not bear to spend more money hiring servers and cooks. It was typical Goblin stinginess.
Though the Goblins' miserly ways were irritating, it was ultimately their own business. The many diners could only suppress their displeasure and wait for their food. Yogi quickly wolfed down his meal, drained his drink, bade Mor and Skik farewell, and left. He needed to find somewhere to stay.
There were many inns in Orgrimmar. Before long, Yogi found a suitable Goblin inn and rented himself a room.
Most inns in Orgrimmar were run by one of two races: the Sin'dorei or the Goblins. Comparatively speaking, he did not care much for the Sin'dorei. Their inns were usually decorated in gold and red, with an atmosphere that was too lavish and solemn—neither convenient nor relaxed—and their prices were rather high as well.
Compared to Sin'dorei inns, Goblin inns were lively and convenient. The environment might not have been quite as nice, but their prices were affordable, and they provided alcohol besides. They were universally beloved by Orcs, Shu'halo, and Trolls alike, and Yogi was no exception.
Yogi liked the atmosphere in Goblin inns, and he discovered that he had a very interesting neighbor: a Draenei. They had purplish-blue skin, tall and powerful frames, backward-jointed legs like the Shu'halo, tails trailing behind them, fleshy tendrils growing from their chins, ridges across their brow bones, and blue light glowing from their eyes.
This was Yogi's first time seeing a Draenei. He had heard Kaldorei agricultural instructors mention that the Draenei came from the same world as the Orcs, though the two races apparently had some conflict between them. Moreover, most Draenei in Kalimdor currently