“Alright, then let’s go see what has got the Orcs in such a tussle,” said Dyer.

“Wait,” said Faultye stepping forward. “Dere be one more commin.”

Dyer was about to ask who when he looked up to see a figure emerge from the smokey entrance to the cavern. He blinked in disbelief as a very familiar face came down to greet him.

“How’s it goin, mon,” said the long lost red haired Troll mage.

“Fryer!” exclaimed Dyer. “When did you get back?”

“Just now, mon. I saw de notice and decided to come down and join ya.”

“I can’t wait to hear about your training in Dalaran. But for now we’ve got a job to do.”

Dyer waited a moment for the other members to quickly welcome Fryer back into the fold before giving a short whistle just inside the chasm entrance. The group fell into line and soon were making their way down into the lava tubes.

It didn’t take long before the group reached the staging area for the trainees. The staging area was a small cavern about 200 meters past the chasm entrance. On the opposite side was an entrance ramp that lead even deeper down into the rock and lava. The cavern itself was lit from the red glow of the slow moving lava along the edges of the wall.