I searched for signs of my clan for months. Didn't find anything. Not even the smallest clue. I want so desperately to go home. I thought maybe I should retrace my steps. Relive the earlier days of adventuring. Maybe that'd help me find the Cherryhooves.
Maybe I'd learn something.
Stonetalon:
That place is a mess. Some orc general blew that place right the hell up. Bad news.
Un'Goro:
It's still really nice there. MAXWELL OF NORTHSHIRE is still running around saving "damsels." Humans are weird.
Winterspring:
I avoided the towns, and just wandered the snow. I tried to get Big-Toes to make a snow-kodo, but he just walked away.
Arathi:
Found a book in the back of the inn at Hammerfall. It was about Sargeras. It's strange, I know Sargeras was always this big evil guy, but the book says he was nice until he met the Draenei, who were apparently so evil that he went crazy. But why would we be told one thing if the truth was something different?
Stranglethorn Vale:
Trolls, tigers, and...something else that starts with a T. It's way more green than I remember.
It was a pleasant journey, but it lead nowhere. I turned to an old friend.
I went back to Bloodhoof and walked with the spirits. I saw a lot of strange buildings, and colorful plants. Snake-like dragons, and Chen Stormstout. The spirits say these things will be important soon. That old wars would be reigniting.
And that was it - the perfect chance. The Cherryhooves are assassins! If I make myself known on the battlefields, I might be seen.
I might see.
I'll need to stand out...
I still have that tabard I stole from Stormwind.
