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Palkar would still keep his promise. Thrall had once been Drek'Thar's pupil, and the Horde he led as warchief had also been established with Drek'Thar's personal help. If Drek'Thar wanted to meet Thrall, Palkar would prepare his mentor for the journey tomorrow morning, or he could send a messenger to invite Thrall to come and see Drek'Thar.
The two lived on a hillside outside Orgrim City, with Orc guards stationed all around. The sea was nearby, and the sea breeze howled past Palkar's ears, carrying a damp chill.
Talking in his sleep had become common in recent days, and Palkar was not happy about it. Drek'Thar's increasing frailty only filled Palkar with grief. The old man had already given far too much for the Horde, and Palkar hoped he could spend his remaining years here in peace.
Palkar knew that pity was meaningless when it came to what had already happened and the Drek'Thar of the past. In fact, Drek'Thar's life had already been far longer than those of most Orcs, and deservedly full of glory. He was unquestionably a role model for Orc shamans.
Orcs dared to face misfortune head-on, and they also knew when to rise up and fight and when to accept their fate. Palkar had begun caring for Drek'Thar when he was still a child, and he had sworn to care for Drek'Thar until his last breath, no matter how painful it was to witness his mentor's slow decline.
"Never mind. I'll find a mage to pass this message on to Thrall." He pulled a fur around his burly body, wrapping himself tightly. Outside, the rain continued to fall, drumming against the roof, as Palkar headed toward Orgrimmar.
Everyone thought the continent was safe for the time being, but an even greater torrent