Dick stood on the desolate ground of Razor Hill, in central Durotar. Not far away, the Orcs had built a medium-sized fortress at the mouth of a red canyon. Beneath the rising sun, Orc overseers brandished whips, driving the newly awakened peons out of their underground dwellings and sending them to their tasks.
Peon was the rank given to newly enlisted soldiers among the Orcs. Only those who proved themselves through arduous labor could officially become qualified soldiers.
Farther away, Orc hunting parties rode black or white dire wolves toward the Barrens and the Southfury River. Though the indolent Kaldorei Elves saw the Barrens as a desolate wasteland, to the Orcs who had lost their own world, that ocher land, rich in wildlife, was nothing short of a hunter's paradise.
There were lions, lynxes, packs of raptors, and the most treacherous hyenas, along with dangerous thunder lizards and wind serpents, as well as harmless little animals. A skilled Orc hunter needed only a day to bring back enough meat to feed ten people for two days.
Moreover, since the return of shaman doctrine, the Orcs had begun leaving intervals between hunts to allow the animals to breed again. During those periods, the hunters returned to Orc farms or joined communal construction projects, living on grain distributed from Orgrimmar. There was also the Southfury River, rich in fish, where even Orc women and children could easily catch them.
With the secret techniques of the old Orcs, those plump fish became dried fish or grilled fish with the flavors of Draenor. After buying them, the diminutive Goblins needed only to sell the dried fish in the heartlands of the Eastern Kingdoms to make two to three times their money.
During Dick's brief stay in Stormwind City, he had seen this "Durotar-Style Dried