The dwarves of the Bronzebeard Tribe were quite willing to hand over those orc peons.
To them, these peons had no value beyond wasting food.
Still, Karin paid a token sum, which made the Bronzebeard Dwarves very happy.
Boya was one of the peons the Horde had left in the Wetlands.
He came from the Warsong Clan. Not long after his birth, the Horde's shamans had judged him incapable of becoming a qualified warrior... After the shamans abandoned him, Boya became a peon as a result.
Normally, a peon like him had no right to a name; "Boya" was a name bestowed on him by a Horde shaman after he happened to help him with a small favor.
The Horde's peons had neither honor nor rights... The one thing they needed to do was work, until their lives came to an end; at critical moments in a war, they might also be sent onto the battlefield as cannon fodder.
That should have been Boya's fate. From Draenor to Azeroth, driven on by the peons, he and his companions had contributed their blood and sweat to the Horde all along the way.
Going hungry was normal, and deaths from all manner of causes had long since become commonplace. Every day, the overseers' whips woke them at sunrise, and they worked until sunset, only to repeat it all the next day...
But then something unexpected happened: the Horde was defeated.
Boya saw with his own eyes the swaggering overseer die beneath those terrifying flames; then the dwarves appeared, and faced with their black gun barrels and heavy iron hammers, Boya and his companions instinctively raised their hands.
The dwarves locked them in a dungeon and gave them very little food each day... Hunger spread among all the peons, and just as