Everyone set up camp outside Garadar, near Lake Sunsong. The long march had left all the elves exhausted. Now that they had reached Nagrand, the last unpolluted haven in Outland, Patrick let them rest for a while.
Garadar stood with Lake Sunsong at its back. The lake water was clear, sweet, and refreshing. Since arriving in Outland, they had rarely found water this clean to drink, aside from what the mages produced with Conjure Water.
Gentle breezes swept over the emerald grass, carrying the fragrance of Nagrand's vegetation. It refreshed all the elves and eased nerves that had been stretched taut by prolonged fighting.
After resting in Garadar for two days, Patrick led the blood elf force west toward Warmaul Hill. They followed the main road to the three-way junction, then turned south.
"What are you doing?" Patrick glanced at the fully armed Garrosh, somewhat puzzled. He was already leaving Garadar, after all. Even if the Mag'har orcs still distrusted him, there was no need to follow him out. Besides, if he had designs on them, Garadar would have become blood elf territory long ago.
"Regent Cabrolon." Garrosh gave Patrick a standard orcish salute. "My close friend Dranosh left Garadar with some soldiers. They most likely went to take revenge on the Darkblood Lost Ones on their own. Sunspring Watchpost was originally our territory, but those Darkblood Lost Ones occupied it. Its original inhabitants were either killed or driven from their homes. Dranosh's forces are nowhere near enough to retake Sunspring Watchpost, so I need to find them and bring them back to Garadar."
"I hope you will allow us to accompany you, Regent Cabrolon."
Garrosh was sincere, and Garadar's small force really was not enough to retake Sunspring Watchpost. Patrick therefore agreed to let Garrosh join them. He needed