Page 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 "Enough!" A fifth orc shoved his way through the others. His pauldrons were stained a darker red than those of the others, with both the color and his demeanor marking him as a superior officer. The grunts cast seething glares at Kormok one last time before stepping backwards and giving the ground to their commander. "You are in luck then," the commanding officer declared. "A diplomatic envoy of her people arrived last week, and they have been granted a seat in Grommash Hold." Kormok looked surprised, and glanced up to the blood elf. The two vanished into the crowd.