Yu Lin Bloodhawk and Sylvanas watched in silence as the Rangers of Steel Torrent washed their battle pets and armor beside a pool, struggling not to vomit. From time to time, the sound of retching still reached their ears. No one had an appetite that night. Some threw up after drinking only a few mouthfuls of water.
Although he knew morale was low, Yu Lin Bloodhawk made no attempt to encourage them. He thought, Go ahead, throw up! Throw up! You'll be fine once you've gotten it all out.
The next day, ten Gryphon Riders were sent out again to scout the enemy. The rest of the force spent the entire day in the woods. Many had slept poorly the night before, and most were listless that morning. The Frostwolf Clan Regiment was doing all right, but many in the Bloodhawk Regiment were in much worse shape.
Only fifty Nightstalkers went out on missions. They had already done enough killing to be far more hardened than the others. This little bit of gore was nothing compared to having those two human instructors force them to touch Troll intestines with their bare hands.
Fortunately, with morale this low, no enemy reinforcements arrived that day. A Dragonhawk Rider did arrive, however, bringing a Dwarf Gryphon Rider with him.
"Honored Baron, are you the commander of this military operation?" the Dwarf Gryphon Rider asked, saluting politely.
"I am! And you are...?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked.
"I am Lord Mez'dra, commander of the Wildhammer Dwarves' flying forces!" the Dwarf said affably.
"Hello, Mr. Mez'dra! What brings you here...?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked.
"Early this morning, we noticed unusual activity in the Vilebranch Trolls' two western camps. We went out to investigate and happened to meet your Dragonhawk Riders, so I came over to have