As you run through the firery rocks of the Blasted Lands you find yourself in a camp, clearly orc made. you pick up a peice of paper on a candel lighted desk. Its ripped, dirty and has droplets of blood on it.
To whomever finds this,
I belive I have gotten myself in too deep this time. They sit in shady corners watching me as I walk through the streets of Orgrimmar. Shady figures, Trolls, Forsaken, Orcs, even Blood Elves. I made eye contact with one and by the time I blinked he was gone. Sweat droplets now show. I see them in the trees, everywhere. When I signed the charter I didnt know it was going to be this bad. Was it a test? Am I suppose to hide? Maybe they are just analyzing me. I knew I was going to need the training, and I wanted it too but...I hear one...I smell him too. It's a Tauren, too big to hide but plenty big to take me...help me, som~~ scribbles of ink run acroos in a line leading from left to right. A big blood stain smears the last couple of words.