Dyerwolf wasn’t sure exactly what he was seeing. He had just arrived in Orgrimmar, the capital city of the Horde, at the summons of Warchief Garrosh Hellscream, the leader of the Horde. He had made his way to the front of the city to the building where Garrosh commanded from only to be met by a large crowd of individuals who all seemed to be standing around in a big circle.

Despite the urgency of the summons Dyer had to see what was the cause of the commotion. He pushed his way through the crowd into the inner part of the circle and was both amazed and dumbfounded by what he saw.

In the center of the circle were three individuals dressed in strange leather garments he had never seen before, although they did kind of look like some very nice bathrobes from the Silvermoon City hotel.

The first of the three individuals was a Blood Elf Dyer didn’t recognize right off hand. The other two were an Orc and a Troll. The Blood Elf was armed with a simple staff while the Orc held a massive spear and the Troll was dual wielding swords. They danced around each other swinging their weapons around in some form of dance/fight he had never seen before.

Suddenly the Blood Elf gave a mighty shout and spun around quickly causing the dust to fly around him like a tornado. The Orc and Troll turned to attack him both of their weapons coming down hard. The Blood Elf raised his staff and easily parried the blows sending both of his attackers reeling back.