The sun's bright light shattered against the hard, red clay that comprised the soil of Durotar. The orc, a Knight of the Ebon Hold, growled softly under his breath. He did not like this land that Thrall had claimed as the center of the new Horde. Being used to the cooler lands in the north, the Knight found that the light here was...unwelcome. However, he was here for a purpose, and such discomfort would have to be tolerated. ^^^^^ Stenriht paced in impatience. His uncle was coming! He re-read the brief missive in his hand. ^^^^^ "No Uncle, but..." "Yes?" "Tell me, uncle." "We were betrayed!"