“For now I have a more local problem for you to deal with,” continued Garrosh.” A lot of fresh recruits seem to be getting themselves killed in Ragefire Chasm. If the Humans have access to Pandaria then we can’t afford to lose any resources. Take your team and investigate the Chasm and remember Hellscream’s eyes are upon you.”

Dyer shook his head in disbelief as he walked out of Grommash Hold. Ragefire Chasm had to be one of the lowliest assignments he could be given. At one time it had been the stronghold for the Shadow Council, a group of Orcs still loyal to The Burning Legion. In recent years it had been used as a simple training grounds for fresh recruits after completing their training in the Valley of Trials. Whatever was killing new recruits couldn’t possibly be worth his time. Unfortunately as long as he remained with The Horde, he did what Garrosh ordered, no matter how stupid he thought it was. The only comfort he had was seeing a familiar Troll walk up to him out on the streets of Orgrimmar.

“Hey, Boss, how ya do’in, mon?” asked the Troll.

“Round up the troops, Faultye,” sighed Dyer. “We have work to do.”