Dyer sat with his second-in-command in a tavern not far from the main gate of Orgrimmar. Faultye was wearing his blue lava stone armor which meant that he planned on taking on the healers role for their latest adventure. Dyer wasn’t sure exactly how many different sets of armor the Troll shaman had but he knew it was a lot. He only had one set of armor himself but he knew Faultye always wore whatever was appropriate for their needs.

The rest of the core team was also present in the bar. Selycena, Kiade, Revenn, Linnarina and Sleepwalker had all shown up quickly and the seven of them were now huddled over their small table in the back of the bar.

“Are you serious?” said Kiade after hearing Garrosh’s orders. “Ragefire Chasm?”

“I know,” replied Dyer taking a drink of his bitter cactus cider. It wasn’t his favorite drink but it was the best thing he could get from the Orc barkeeper Morag. It would be a couple of months before his favorite drink was available unless he felt like making a pilgrimage to Black Rock Mountain. “I blame myself. If I had gotten here sooner we could have gotten a better job.”

“But it's still our duty,” said Linarina. “Even if we don’t like it.”

Dyer looked around the table trying to get an idea what everyone else was thinking. Revenn was completely stoic and sat there with his arms crossed. Sleepwalker looked like he was far more interested in what was going around the bar. Selycena sat with a distressed look as if someone told her she had to go save bear cubs or some other small woodland creature. Faultye looked like he always did as though he was staring off into space.

“Fautlye?” asked Dyer.