I was awoken late yesterday night by an urgent summons. It seems that Enkata needed me to run 20 bars of copper to a contact in Orgrimar. To say I was annoyed would be putting it mildly. The battle with the alliance scum rages on, and my new home of cross roads seems to have become the center of the fighting. Sleeping is difficult, with the sounds of battle all around me, and I feel helpless to aid my orc brethren and the nobel tauren who come to defend this outpost. I long to sink my axe deep into soft blue night elf flesh, but I know that I still lack the experience to be of any real assistance, so I stay out of the way, and mourn for the dead I find when I rise in the morning.
Anyway, this night was blissfully quiet when I was roused, but I headed off on the wind-rider to meet this contact. Seras, was her name, a troll rogue. I know not why she needed copper, but I did not ask. Enkata has impressive friends, and I dare not offend them. I meet her with it at the forge and she offered me a sword in exchange for the trip. I am not very good with a sword yet, they feel akward and clumsy in my small hands, but I accepted her offer and have been been practicing with it. Already it begins to feel more natural.
With increasing concern I my eyes seach cross roads for my friend Mokiya. I am relieved each day I don't find his corpse, but I wish I knew he was safe.