"Well done, little fellows!" Kurand Wildhammer waved the hammer in his hand and shouted excitedly.
At the Dwarf's shout, Skare the Gryphon beat its wings and swooped down, taking the last Orc's life with its talons... With the help of the two Mages who had suddenly appeared, not a single one of the green-skinned monsters had escaped.
"We're no little fellows, shorty!" Khadgar looked at the scorched ground he had burned before him, put away his staff in satisfaction, and shouted up at the Dwarf on the Gryphon.
"Haha!" Kurand laughed as he jumped down from the Gryphon's back:
"It's the truth. You've been a great help to us, and at Aerie Peak, our tradition is to repay every kindness... I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kurand, lord of Aerie Peak. And you two?"
Karin and Khadgar walked over as well and introduced themselves and where they had come from.
Hearing somewhat unfamiliar terms such as "Alliance" and "Horde," the Dwarf scratched his head, then kicked the head of an Orc beside him and asked curiously, "Oh, right. Just what are these green-skinned monsters?"
"They're Orcs!" Karin said, then gave a somewhat brief account of the Orcs' origins and what had happened on the continent not long before.
Kurdran frowned, tugging at his beard and shaking his head as he said, "You're saying they've already passed through Khaz Modan... We haven't received any news from our kin in Ironforge for weeks. I was wondering why, too. This seems to explain some of it!"
"We Wildhammers once had some disagreements with the Bronzebeard clan. That's why we left Khaz Modan... But those cowards of the Bronzebeard clan are still our brothers, our kin. These filthy creatures, this so-called 'Horde,' attacked Ironforge, and now they're invading the Hinterlands!" Kurand's brow had drawn