The sun, the orb that ruled over the dry golden savannah, beat down upon their heads as they emerged from the ship. The maze of docks contained all sorts of vessels, Horde suppliers to human merchants. Goblins with bored expressions tapped their beatsticks and glared around the port in their black leather and mail armor, calculating their salaries and reminding themselves it was worth the heat. Two figures, one little and one tall, stood before the messy posters slapped to the wall next to the bank's window. “H-hey!” he called after her, his own heart thumping faster in his chest.