As the rain slowed and the moon rose higher and higher into the clearing sky, the
lone orcess stood leaning against the railing of the small deck on the lower level of the
inn that overlooked Shadowprey. She watched as the last of what one would call
'guards' slink back into their huts. Great interest was reserved for the other orcs,
Kozara's gaze intensifying as she moved her weight from foot to foot. Seeing them
brought another thought to mind, one that had made it's way there the instant she had
walked into this Inn. After some grumbling self-arguing Kozara slowly moved away from
the railing and began to climb the Inn's stairs as quietly as possible, taking care to step
over the Vulpera that still clung to the lower steps.

The upper level was even more exposed, wind chimes gently clinking as the
night winds washed through the 'room', hardly seeming like an appropriate place to
sleep. But sleep was not why she came up here. Her eyes traveled the room, pausing
briefly on the sleeping form of the stuttering elf and that foul mouthed goblin. Her fingers
flexed at her side as if she had reached for a weapon, but with a snort she ignored it as
Kozara's eyes finally rested on the Mag'har. With a rumble in her throat, she quietly
closed the distance between the two, a perplexed look taking hold of her face as he
seemed troubled even in sleep. Once she was closer, she began to speak in hushed
tones, "Brother, if you are awake I would like to speak with you." Her eyes flicked to the
side, her head shortly following as she looked again at the other sleeping figures. With a
snort, she turned back to the Mag'har, "I do not wish to leave before I do."
The Mag’har rested, but he did not sleep. Sleep was becoming an unattainable
thing in this place, between his own thoughts and the bright moon that shown through
the hut where walls should have been. Shadowprey village didn’t seem to have a single
wall by his count.

Slowly he cracked his golden eyes open at the sound of the voice and turned his
head enough to see the the other orc’a form set against the backdrop of the large moon.
The Mag’har had arrived to boast about a portal to Draenor earlier in the evening. A
boast he couldn’t deny held its own temptations for him. Being unable to travel home
had set him on this path with the Skyrunner to begin with. She wouldn’t leave until they
spoke, Warsong had a habit of being stubborn that way. Finally, he grunted and sat up,
“Then speak.” He glanced to the slumbering elf and goblin before raising a hand, “Not
here. The docks.” It would be of little benefit to wake them up, even if he felt some
jealousy at their ability to sleep in this place. Slowly he moved to his feet and stepped
past the Mag’har, letting his shoulder bump against her on his path. This served two
reasons, one to display how much he wasn’t interested in speaking but to also show his
strength and mass. He suffered for it as it triggered memories of a life on another world.
Slowly he made his way down the crude steps, being careful not to eye on the sleeping
Vulpera. The fox drank more than he deemed healthy, though he assumed he was
trying to mask something with it. The Mag’har didn’t speak any other words until they
reached the end of the docks which were deserted, leaving nothing but the sounds of
the now calm sea and memories of the naga invasion.

Kozara's brow furrowed as she watched him rouse from his feigned slumber,
confused golden eyes trying to grasp for some sort of understanding of why he did not
sleep. Perhaps he did not trust these other races, which was understandable, or it was
something else. Something that had been spoken about amongst the group earlier in
the evening. Such thoughts made her gaze darken considerably, but was wiped away
as he finally sat up and spoke.

She began to speak about going somewhere more private, but was stopped
before she could do so. This interruption partially annoyed her, but she would not let it
show. There was little use in showing emotions such as that. The collision with her
shoulder made her grunt although she was not knocked around so easily. They were
nearly the same height, although he was far stronger. It was that displayed strength that
caused a calculating smirk to slowly make it's way across her face as she followed
closely behind. Perhaps her assumptions wouldn't be as incorrect as she thought, and
sent a quick prayer to the ancestors to ask for aid with dealing with this male.
She fell into the silence, using the walk to take a moment to scan the village itself
again. It was happenstance that she stumbled upon this village, but based on what she
saw the orcess was confident it could prove to have been a worthy stop. As they stood
on the dock, Kozara moved from behind Korgig and bumped into him in much the same
way he had before peering out across the water. His silence spoke volumes, but until
she had more proof she kept her judgements in check. Steady eyes glanced to the
moon and waves before letting out a snort. They were wrong, imperfect reflections of
the moons and seas of Draenor, and it disgusted her. "You have yet to answer my
question, Strongblade. What is a Mag'har doing out here in this place. I gave you my
answer, I demand the same be paid in full." Her tone was forceful yet calm, akin to an
elder scolding a youngling yet not as harsh.

Korgig grunted as she bumped into him, though his feet remained unmoving. As
much tension as there had been built up in him the recent experiences, he did admire
that familiar custom. “I do as I please.” His tone was hushed, preferring to keep this
conversation between the two orcs and not draw attention from nearby ears. His gaze
moved from the seas to look at Kozara and not the familiarities. It was discomforting.
“I am here for my clan. As you know, the duty to your clan takes precedence over
all things but honor.” His large arms moved to fold in front of his chest, “We are in need
of materials for a project of our own.” He nodded to the shipwrecks that littered the
horizon, the moon’s reflection on the sea making them visible. “Out there.” It was their
primary function for being here, the loss of Winona added another objective before that
mission could be realized.

Before she had too much too to respond he cut her off, “This portal to Draenor.
How likely is it?” It was a thought that had been tugging at him since her arrival in this
village. It was a desire he thought he had been rid of since his return from Ashenvale,
now though he wasn’t so sure. Seeing his home, and remembering his exploits there
caused a fire to raise in his belly. Part of it was nostalgia and excitement, the rest was
shirking the failures and responsibilities of this world.

Kozara rumbled in response to Korgig's words. A presented strength of self to
pair with the physical. But what she could sense within him spoke differently, more like a
stone sitting upon a crumbling cliff overlooking the sea. The orcess had yet to decide if
that was a negative or positive. She allowed her eyes to travel over him as he spoke,
taking note of the large scars that marred his torso, the feather that hung from his belt
and the necklace she'd seen him manipulating earlier in the night, only turning to look at
the shipwrecks after he mentioned them. What use would a clan have for wreckages?
They had failed once before, thus why they laid out there broken in the tides. She would
of asked if she hadn't been cut short by his own questions.

With a smug grin, she looked out over the horizon. "As likely as we may ever
get." The orcess began cooly, her tone steady and hushed. After a quick nod and grunt
of affirmation, she cut her eyes to Korgig. "I have suffered the greenskin's company long
enough to learn how they opened the portal originally and then how it was twisted to
lead home. I can only assume following in those steps will bring similar results." The
orcess sounded sure of herself, not a single hint of doubt in her voice nor her body
language. "That is what I wanted to speak with you about, if I am being honest. To offer
you to come with. To see the fields, seas and everything else again." As she thought of
the fields of green of her brithplace, the freezing snows of where she trained and all the
other wonders of Draenor she let out a bittersweet sounding growl.

Korgig let his gaze travel over her as she spoke, the similarities were uncanny
and brought with them a feeling of discomfort. Was it possible to reopen the original
portal? He grumbled low in his throat as he considered that. Seeing his home was more
than just appealing, it seemed to create a tightness in his chest. “I’ve heard that portal
required use of the fel.” He had heard stories and legends about it, but he couldn’t
decide if they were true or just myth. “If so, would you be willing to harness such a
thing?” His grumble turned to more of a growl as a look of distaste crossed his features.
The fel was just as bad as the light in his eyes.

The confidence in her plan was reassuring to him. He unfolded his arms and let
them drop to his sides. As his arm fell he felt the tickle of the feather at his side and that
small sensation forced a flood of memories into his mind. Orgimmar. He was a prisoner
there, and would not have left alive had it not been for the warchieftain. Through a
conversation with Kanatu he learned it was less about the chieftain’s wishes and more
about Koza’s advocacy for his release. It was due to that that Kanatu brought the
Skyrunner to his aid, endangered them in the orc city. There was a debt. Although
Kanatu claimed no debt, Korgig believed he still owed one, at least personally, to the
clan. He curled his fingers and felt the scars on his palm, a reminder of a rite he had
taken to join their ranks. Then a strange curiosity moved through him and he looked
squarely at Keenblood, “Tell me how you earned your honor name.” He kept his gaze
on her face, looking for any change in expression as he awaited that tale.

The orcess's gazing out across the water was again cut short as he began to
speak again. If she was not trying to be quiet, she'd of let out a laugh directly into his
face. Instead she met his gaze with a questioning look and rumble in her chest, "Resort
to using the fel? No, not I. You are right about the need for fel magic to be involved, but
I have plans for that." The orcess had a glint in her eye, a ferocious one. "I would never
stoop to the level of a green skin." This was the truth, at least in a way. She would never
fall to the fel, but she would not be against blooding her hands.

At his second question, the only shift in expression she presented was a
questioning raise of a brow. A strange question at this time, she believed, but one she
wasn't against answering. "I earned it as we all did, after an Omriggor. But what made
the shaman give me Keenblood? Simple." She turned slightly to face him, expression
still calm as if she were reciting law. "I was noticed to have the gift of Shamanism from a
young age, able to sense the life force of much around me and heavily tied to the
element of spirit. One day, I was able to tell that one of the villagers had begun to shift
in spirit, begun to sympathize with those damn Lightbound. With no hesitation, I pointed
out his treachery to the leader of his warband and he was thusly dealt with." Her face
turned into a smug grin, "I was given my name for being keen enough to sense the liar
and the strength of my blood to do what was right." She left out that she had never
confirmed that it was indeed the Lightbound that had caused that shift, the doubt of that
fact having been planted after it was made known that the man's mate had just
discovered she was with child. She did not share this, as she found it irrelevant to
second guess her actions. "Why do you ask me such questions?" Kozara gave him a
questioning look

Korgig made a pleased sound at the mention of not using the fel herself, though
if the fel was involved he doubted there would be a pleasant outcome. Even still a portal
to his home world was becoming more and more enticing, even if things that kept him
resisting it kept clouding his mind.

The Mag’har listened to the tale of her honor name closely. Making sounds of
affirmation on occasion. To hear of an orc who sympathized with the light bound was
pleasing to hear. Many orcs had fallen into their ranks, enticed both by the light itself or
the fear that denying them often caused. At her question he took a large step closer,
invading her personal space. He watched her face closely, studying it in silence as he
brew in a deep breath through his nostrils. As her scent filled his nose he decided it was
sour to him. He was nearly disgusted by it, though he couldn’t place why, there was
something he didn’t like. “I have a curious mind, and I always enjoying hearing tales of
Omriggor.” In truth, he wished to know if it had been similar to the Keenblood he had
known, one whose presence he missed. “So, you could tell of such a change in his
spirit!” His voice had an excitement to it, but it was much quieter than his usual shouts,
“And you...you gave up your right to the glory of his death?” He shook his head slowly at
that, “It sounds...” he paused here for effect as his face paused just inches from her
own, “Cowardly.”

The smug look on the orcess's face shifted to one of steady confidence as Korgig
stepped into her personal space. A rumble lay in her throat as she watched him look her
over, thinking that this particular Mag'har had been very easy to win over. She had her
ways, and most eventually listened to her, but this was quite quick. Or so she thought
before he began speaking again and the hot air on her face carried his accusation.
Kozara's brow twitched at her actions being called cowardly, snorting back in
Korgig's face "You dare call ME a coward?!" She seethed at him, the act of keeping her
voice low becoming more difficult as the pit of fire in her stomach began burning hotter.
"I was a youngling, and a training shaman at that! It was not my duty to carry out his
punishment." She snarled in his face, biting back the insults she had in mind for the
male. At least in a way.

She stood her ground, not moving her face away as she continued. "My offer,
despite your audacity, still stands. You can come with us, see home again, regain some
of your honor. We could always use more strong Mag'har such as yourself." She spoke
in a calm manner, almost as if she were brokering some manner of deal with the man.
Her hand drifted upwards to touch the necklace around his neck and inspected it
making a thoughtful noise or two, "Get you some real trophies for your necklace." She
allowed the string of teeth and antlers fall from her grasp and crash back into his chest
before continuing, "I'll even permit you to take one of these 'clanmates' of yours with
you."

His gaze remained even as he listened to Kozara attempt to defend her past
actions. In his mind it mattered little if she were a youngling or a shaman in training. The
act of using another to carry out such a deed spoke volumes to him. It was cowardice,
which is what he believed he was dealing with now. "Was it because it wasn't your duty,
or was it because fear of the Lightbound had gripped the young orcess?" He made a
thoughtful sound as he looked at her, still trying to decide what to do with that
information.

The corners of his eyes pulled as they narrowed at her comment regarding
regaining his honor. He had not lost any honor to speak of, at least from his perspective.
The thought of seeing Draenor again still pulled at him, and he could not deny that
temptation. Formerly believing it was entirely out of reach, this new possibility provided
some sort of hunger within him. That was until she reached for his necklace of trophies.
As she withdrew her hand he raised his own to snatch her wrist and apply firm
pressure. It was one of his few possessions, and one he prized. "Permit me?" He
tossed her hand aside, deciding that such a simple action was enough to show his
distaste and make the decision to withdraw her hand, a permission he granted and not
one of her own will. "How generous!" He snorted and rolled his shoulders. In the back of
his mind, he knew who he would bring with him. One who would appreciate seeing such
a place and one that might be able to at least survive the dangers there.

He took a half step back as he watched the other orc carefully, "How much time
do I have to make this decision?" He tilted his head to one side as he looked at her
expectantly. He found it was a difficult decision to make, or at least it carried with it a
great temptation. It was what he had desired, and it seemed to just present himself
without him actively pursuing it as if their ancestors were rewarding him for his actions.
I am rarely afraid." Kozara snarled back in a hushed tone, fury beginning to build
up in her gaze. This Mag'har was becoming far more trouble then he may have been
worth. She knew he was an honorless wretch, or at least had to be with the company he
kept and abandoning his own people as he had. So to have him question her choices
was unheard of. "And I would never be afraid of one of those light-infused bastards!"
When he threw her hand and arm aside she let out a deep growl, utterly perplexed by
the other's actions. Most Mag'har that were out in the world alone would have thrown
themselves at the chances she offered and already have. This one acted aggressively
and the orcess recoiled her arm as she felt the heat continuing to rise in her blood. After
a few heated snorts she refocused on him as the red tinge to her golden eyes began to
die down. He still seemed like he would listen, at least a bit. "You have until we leave
this dock." She stated simply, eyes narrowing at Korgig as her chin lifted slightly. The
coldness in her eyes glinting in the moonlight. "There are still things I need to do in this
village, reagents to collect-" As the orcess spoke her eyes drifted to rest on one of the
village's occupants that was returning home from what would be presumed to be a late
evening walk. The orc, a green skinned one, stumbled slightly as he made his way back
to his hut, pausing only to move around to the side out of sight. "-And once I do, I do not
wish to wait here much longer." With a snort, Kozara looked back at Korgig before
taking the half step forward to place him in the same pressuring position he had put her
in, "All of those that come with me have to help provide for the mission. Some are
Frostwolf, some Blackrock and some Warsong. As you said yourself, the duty to your
clan comes before all but honor. Do you not consider yourself Warsong any longer?"
She shook her head briskly, "I would think not. All I would need from you is your help."
Her words spoke one thing, but her actions spoke another. Why would she give
up the glory of killing a light bound sympathizer if not for cowardice? His gaze followed
hers as she looked at the green orc in the distance and he found it strange to do so
while speaking of reagents.

His eyes darted back as she stepped into his space. She offered a heavy
question that carried its own weight with it. Was he still Warsong? Of course. Being
Warsong was part of who he was, and he was a product of that. However, now he had
sworn an oath to the Skyrunner. Did that make him less Warsong somehow? Possibly.
A familiar voice screamed through the back of his mind and he moved his head slightly
closer to Kozara to demonstrate he wasn’t intimidated by her mimicking his earlier
display. “I could help your cause greatly, I’m sure of that.” He paused to grumble as his
golden orbs moved over her features, “But if you return to Draenor now, after we left for
our own survival...Don’t make Grom’s sacrifice one made in vain!” There was an
explosion of emotion in his tone, but his volume remained flat. It was something he was
confronted with some time ago, and it had been something that helped him cope with
being stuck on this world.

The other Mag'har's words and gestures caused Kozara to pause, head
reflexively leaning back in shock at the tone. He had a point, a good point. Their
Warchief had given his life so that they could all escape with their lives and the orcess
held a great amount of respect for him. But still something didn't sit right, "And if we
don't? Grom had no idea how bad it was here, how corrupted this world was!" Kozara
snarled back, but did not lean back in. She blamed it on a number of things ranging
from his scent to his apparent madness, but in truth she was intimidated. Years of easily
throwing her own weight and status around made this show of rebellion difficult to
combat for the orcess. "Grom wouldn't of done so if he knew these green skinned
wretches lived as they do! Ignorant, stagnant and willing to give up what they were for a
taste of demon blood!" She gestured with a hand towards the orc that had been on the
other side of his hut and was now moving into it, causing Kozara to growl slightly. "If he
would've, then he is a damned fool!" Her words only carried anger and venom with
them, treating the words as if they were just as she stated them to be.

"This world, everything that has happened on this world, would mean nothing if
we can go back. We could seek revenge for Grom, recover the lands we've lost!" The
orcess's tone was noticeably strained as her eyes darted across his features, yet still
little to no emotion shown on the outside, "I am not willing to give up on my home, not
as you seem to have. If I am wrong, then I offer you the chance one last time to come
with us and help." Her confident posture had wilted slightly, even though she stood her
ground she made no move to make any further aggressive displays as the hands at her
side clenched in frustration.

Korgig listened closely to Kozara's words, they were strikingly familiar. Perhaps
words he had uttered himself in the past. It may have been this facet that angered him
even more. He didn't retreat from his position, though he didn't press any farther
forward. "The Grom of this world met with a similar sacrifice in the forest. He was well
aware of these things, and still committed that sacrifice." He grunted at that, "Perhaps
no matter what world we're on, we're still the same!" He paused as he looked at her, the
golden eyes, the displays of cowardice he had not expected to find in Keenblood. "Well,
mostly."

He was about to address the idea of giving up on his home, being a traitor to his
own self. That was until he noticed a figure in the distance by the water's edge. It was a
troll who was taller than most in Shadowprey village. Atuluki? She must have been
there to speak with Liquis. Had she been there the entire time? Had she been able to
hear the hushed shouting? That didn't sit well with the Mag'har. As he turned back to
Kozara he rolled his shoulders with a grunt, "Wait for me at the village's edge tomorrow
night. Whether I arrive or do not arrive. That will be your answer." He turned to step
away from the orc, letting his shoulder bump her once more. He was in no rush, giving
her ample time to speak more if she wished, though he had little to add at this point. He
had plenty to consider for the remainder the night. Both choices had their benefits.
Seeing home once more, roaming the plains of Nagrand with the rest of the Warsong
was definitely at the forefront of his mind. There was almost a natural draw to that
vision. It helped that in doing so he wouldn't feel the tightness in his chest any longer
that seemed to grow with the more time he spent among the Skyrunner. Whether it was
related or not, he still didn't know. It was there and there was no denying it.

Korgig's words only worked to deepen the orcess's confusion, not knowing that
there had been a Grom on this world that had done such a thing. Perhaps someone
tried telling her, she thought, but she never gave the green skins much thought beyond
what she believed was justified. His comment on people being mostly the same offered
a bit more confusion, wondering what the male could've even possibly meant by that.
He was not the only one who had noticed the figure by the water, and the unease
at being caught caused the orcess to bristle. She kept her eyes fixed to the troll as
Korgig spoke, her eyes narrowing as he directly went against the limits she had set and
only turned her gaze back to him as he pushed his way by.

"This may be your last chance." She growled after him, golden eyes seeming dim
in the shadows cast by the moon. "I will wait and see if you show, but if you are not at
the village's edge by the time the moon has reached it's peek, we will leave you." Her
tone sounded as cold as it was final. In her eyes this Mag'har was appearing to be less
Mag'har than she'd of expectes, perhaps succumbing to the latent corruption of this
world. The thought and the interaction with him both angered and saddened her.
With one final huff she turned around on her spot on the pier, not seeing any use
in chasing after him or making good on her threat and instead focusing on the waters
below as her thoughts turned inward. He had to be wrong, at least she believed he had
to have been. About it all. She was confident that at least she would find out for herself
in due time.

Korgig's pause was longer than it should have been, but there was no denying
that Keenblood's words cut him like a knife. He knew this could have quite possibly
been his last chance to return. A chance he didn't know existed prior to this night and
one he expected would continue to haunt him if he didn't take advantage of it. Once the
initial blow was over his steps carried him away from the water, leaving the other
Mag'har on the dock.

He was no less troubled now than at the onset of their conversation. If anything,
he would consider he was moreso. Slowly be made his way back to the inn with the
large moon at his back. He didn't look behind him, preferring to keep his gaze locked on
where his next step would be placed. It was better this way. As he approached the inn
he made his way up the incline to step inside. It was quiet, partly because of the hour
and partly because of the missing innkeeper. The younger tauren seemed excited about
their arrival in the village initially. He wondered how excited she may have been now
with her naga captors.

The Mag'har grunted and moved for the stairway, avoiding the sleeping Vulpera
who had turned to his other side, most likely for comfort. Drunkard. Once he ascended
the stairs he paused to look out over the water in the room lacking walls. The moon was
still high in the sky and its reflection provided light on the others who were sleeping. He
turned his back to the moon and rested against the simple railing as he looked over the
sleeping Garth and Venzolo. They seemed peaceful enough in their slumber.
Now that there was no longer any conversation or other distractions, his own
thoughts started to set in. There was plenty for him to think about: Winona, the naga,
their initial mission for the tribe, home. He took a deep breath at the thought of
potentially returning to Draenor. Shirking these feelings and responsibilities. He used to
live a comfortable existence without worrying a great deal about others, or how his
actions would affect them. Would he really forsake his own people for this rabble? They
didn't look like a clan, at least a clan by his own definition. He could at least understand
why the elder was against outsiders based on his own opinions. Opinions that had
changed over the past few months, anyway. He turned his head to spy the edge of the
village in the distance, shrouded in the night. His last chance...and it was slipping away
the longer he procrastinated. He let a low grumble lay in his throat as he raised a hand
to massage the bridge of his nose. It was going to be another sleepless night in
Shadowprey for the Warsong.