Warsong Warlord

Kilrogg left with a long list of orders. Garrosh watched him go before turning his gaze back to his father. Clearly, he had important news to report.

Though neither had acknowledged their relationship, Grommash and Garrosh seemed to understand each other well. Strangely enough, they had only known each other for a short time.

"Speak." The Iron Horde chieftain returned to his throne and permitted Garrosh to explain.

Garrosh took a breath. "Two days ago, one of our hunting parties disappeared."

Grommash propped his head up with one hand, his head hanging low. "I have already heard mention of it. It is nothing to make a fuss over. Nagrand is full of danger. Even the Talbuk and Kodo Beasts are wilder than elsewhere."

No matter what, this was hardly uncommon.

"I found their bodies and examined them myself. They were not killed by prey that was difficult to hunt." Garrosh shook his head. "Besides, what kind of prey could kill an entire hunting party?"

"You mean they were attacked? Perhaps it was the Sabretooth Tigerfolk, or those disobedient Ogres in The Everbloom." Grommash closed his eyes and patted his forehead, still unmoved by Garrosh's words.

"They were indeed killed in an attack. But neither Sabretooth Tigerfolk nor Ogres know how to use swords."

Something was wrong. Grommash opened his eyes again, straightened up, and looked at Garrosh.

"Swords? Could it have been the Draenei?"

"I know the Draenei have dispatched Rangers across the world, but I do not believe our warriors could have been so easily slaughtered. Even if the enemy had the advantage in numbers, it should not have ended with all our men dead while they left behind no trace at all."

"Just tell me what you think, Garrosh. There are only the two of us here." Grommash