Yu Lin Bloodhawk was excited. "So, I think they probably have a supply depot in the Durnholde region south of the great river! All supplies shipped north from the south would be stored there first, then allocated according to the needs of the individual units on the three main fronts.
"They couldn't start distributing supplies to individual units all the way from Arathi. That would take far too long, and mistakes and oversights would be all too easy.
"If things suddenly got desperate, every Orc in a frontline unit might be dead before their supplies even reached them.
"And they probably wouldn't put the depot north of the great river either. That would put it too close to the front lines, making it far too dangerous. The Alliance could easily launch a surprise attack and bring the whole operation down."
After hearing Yu Lin Bloodhawk's analysis, Mez'dra increasingly felt that his theory was plausible, so he began taking the matter seriously too.
Mez'dra thought for a moment and named a possible location. Yu Lin Bloodhawk shook his head and named another. As they went back and forth, their voices grew louder, and they kept drinking as they argued. Finally, Mez'dra stopped drinking and dragged Yu Lin Bloodhawk off to find a map. "Come on! Come on! Let's find a map and have a look. It has to be the place I said!"
But Yu Lin Bloodhawk's Gryphon Rider Bodyguards and the other Wildhammer Dwarves were right in the thick of their drinking contest. Why would they follow those two to join the commotion? When the pair left the drinking table, not a single person in the crowd followed. Nor did anyone try to stop them. They simply let the two leave on their own, while the dozen or so drunkards