Evening was the best time to be in Orgrimmar. The sun was set, the breeze was cool, and the heat radiating from the sun-baked rocks left a pleasant warmth in the air. Ajeera whistled an old song through her tusks as she sauntered down the main street of the Drag. I know I'm not the only flower you see, but what can I do? You are a good-lookin' bee... A raucous cat-call from a shop made her grin. She looked over to see if the call was worth returning but the grin slid from her face as she recognized a red-headed troll. Ol'juk?! She was so surprised that she stopped in her tracks, the tune dying on her lips. The last time she had seen "uncle" Ol'juk he had lewdly insinuated that he was her true father. They'd faced off in the Valley of Honour but she had been much younger, uncertain of both