He looks around his bunk in the Inn, finding all his familiar items, he sighs with relief, he can rest today. Nothing planned all morning. Sitting up he spots his well worn robes and the weapons that seem to be twitching for a fight. Outside the doorway, he can see the goblins, Branzlit and Perixa, crossing the courtyard to open the Bank. They appear to be bickering about some transaction or another in their own Goblin way. This causes Elk to chuckle to himself.

Hopping down from his bunk, he lands on the plank floor with a soft thunk. Strides over to the basin, wash his face, then pull on his light slippers, and finally grabbing a turkey leg from Gryshka. Out for a quick run. Out the front gate, down the Razor Hill, following the road towards the Crossroads, cross the river and turn north at Far Watch Post, follow the road then trail until reaching Talrendis Point. Finally pass through the back entrance of Orgrimmar, run down passed the war machines, passed the constant the brawler's guild, and jump off the dock, diving into the pond. Ahhh.. Despite his hulking orc body, he swims smoothly across.
Elk loves that run, as it passes through places that have become his fondest memories of home. Even after Deathwing's destruction, the Barrens have survived and managed to adapt. All of the new plant growth bringing new life to the former dry. The plants, the animals, the scenery, the smells, all bring bright memories while off adventuring in foreign lands.Dripping wet from his swim, Elkagorasa saunters through the tunnel from the pond towards the Drag. Wisps of smoke come up from the dark magics performed down there, burning his nostrils. This brings a giddy skip to his step and he picks up his pace, walking faster along the path back to the Valley of Strength. Upon reaching the Inn, he grabs his gear and dresses. Uses the restroom. Then picking up his backpack with the hidden gold coin pocket and slipping it over his shoulder, he heads out to the taxi stand.

The rest of the ride into Feralas is uneventful. He lands at the camp and wind rider runs over to Tono. They nod to each other in respect, but do not speak to each other. On the outskirts of the camp, Elkagorasa opens his mount journal and summons a flying mount. Lately his favorite mount is his disc of the red flying cloud. This awesome mount allows him to fly around as if simply flying himself. It's agile, quiet and small. Elkagorasa is able to skim the water then fly up over the tree tops.


Elk looks up and notices the sun is about to set. His nap must of been longer than he thought. He has one more stop planned before heading home. Elk picks up his pace and starts jogging back to Camp. He waves to Tono and hops onto the nearest wind rider. Whispering in his ear, the animal jumps off the ground and starts flying west across the land. Soon the sulfurous smell of wyrms starts to fill his nostrils. Why anyone would want to live there confuses him. Oh well, not his town. The wind runner lands, but doesn't run over to the goblin master. He seems hesitant. Elkagorasa dismounts anyway, but gently pats the beast on his nuzzle and urges him over. The animal doesn't like it here at all.
Once again, Elk mounts his red cloud and starts flying. This time at a much somber pace. As he approaches the former city, he starts to weep gently for the loss. Upon reaching the former entrance, he dismounts and looks out across Theramore Isle. The devastation of the former, bustling Alliance city hits him hard. The mana bomb has left a permanent stain on this place. It's energy can still be felt tingling at his fingertips. He cannot believe the audacity of the former warchief. This makes him even more outraged that Garrosh has managed to escape punishment. This Iron Horde incursion via the Dark Portal reeks of his doing.
Reaching into his backpack, Elkagorasa pulls out his hearthstone, the small palm sized stone that has been with him since the very beginning. He starts the spell that will send him back to the Inn in Orgrimmar. He needs to rest. He has a feeling that in a few days, maybe a week, his entire world is going to change. Back to the battlefields. Back to his war craft.
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