An orc and a tauren, both dressed in their shamanistic garb, walked clamly through the streets of Lordaeron. Banners fluttered in the breeze above the streets; the symbol on the banners consisted of the old Horde horseshoe with an anvil within and an eagle with spread wings perched atop. "We understand, child. Where is your granduncle?" asked Tallima. "He's upstairs. Grandfather is with him. Can you... can you do anything for him?" she asked, a pleading expression on her face as she slowly walked out from behind the counter. ... So hard, so hard to breathe.... "True... true...." I whispered.