Dawn was clear, bright, and prone to proc snowblind. Ever as it was in the high valleys of Alterac, and as it likely would ever be, barring the production of the intensely theoretical global climo-dynamic inverse thermal spatial recoupler, but we digress. As ever, two orcs stood at the entrance of Frostwolf Villiage, tall and proud, mighty warriors of the Horde. Er, that is, one stood tall and proud, the other stood in a protective, knock-kneed crouch, both hands clasping his tabard tightly over his loins. The former rolled his eyes, "Why you do that? You not upholding dignity of clan!" "Bah."