Dyer quickly walked across the room giving a short nod to Eitrigg as he took his station back by the entrance. The room had been designed to leave as much open space in the middle as possible. Garrosh had wanted it this way for two reasons. The first was for his elite guards lurking in the shadows against the backs of the walls could quickly rush in and deal with intruders. The second had been so Garrosh himself could quickly rush in and deal with intruders. He was a hands on leader and had no qualms about diving into the heart of battle.

“Warchief Garrosh, you wished to see me?” addressed Dyer.

“I did indeed,” replied Garrosh with a smile. Unlike most of the Orcs who had been tainted by The Burning Legion, Garrosh was brownish in color rather than the more traditional greenish skin associated with Orcs. Garrosh’s father had been the one to break the Burning Legion’s hold on the Orcs at the cost of his own life. To many Orcs, that made Hellscream legendary. Because of this, most Orcs followed his orders without question. Garrosh was a hero to them.

“I want you to meet someone,” said Garrosh said getting off his throne and walking up behind Dyer. “You’re going to be seeing him a lot soon.”

Dyer felt uneasy as Garrosh breathed on the back on his neck. Then out of the shadows from behind the throne came a creature he had never seen before. It was a large creature, very similar to a large upright walking bear, but this bear was wearing reddish leather clothing similar to the three fighters he had seen outside. The bear was also wearing a strange circular pointed had made of straw and his fur was mostly white a polar bear but with several large black spots. He walked forward in front of Dyer with a slight grin and then bowed slightly before him.