Hektar threw aside the hide that served as a door to his home in Orgrimmar and held it up so that two others could pass inside. His two guests were Gregosh, warrior of the Grim and Skarka, the warriors mate.
They sat on a pile of hides that passed for seats in the small room and Hektar produced some grog and mugs from a cupboard.
He had just finished pouring them each a drink when another burst into his home. It was a younger Orc, no more than 15 summers and he wore an earring decorated with a lightning bolt, a messenger. The boy was smaller than many male orcs but muscular to a degree no other race could muster. Obviously he was chosen as a messenger for great endurance.
"Hektar Dragonsbane" the boy said and took a break while panting, he had obviously been running to find Hektar.
"Gather yourself boy and tell what it is you came to say." Hektar rested a powerful hand upon the boys shoulders and muttered a few words to help relax him.
"Word from Tekkar, High shaman of the Wandering Axe clan." The messenger began. "He sends word that Chieftan Dangret has fallen ill. There is nothing they can do for him..." The boys eyes filled with sadness.
"He will die?" Hektar asked.
"Within the week, so says Tekkar."
Hektar pondered the boys words a moment then looked at Gregosh and nodded. Gregosh rose "Tell Tekkar we shall arrive in two days time. There are matters we must attend before we depart Orgrimmar." He gave the messenger no opportunity to respond before he showed him back through the door. He looked back at Hektar as the hide fell over the door. The shaman stood with his back to them staring at the wall, though seemingly looking right through it.
"This troubles you greatly." Gregosh said.
Hektar remained silent for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke. "It does. I have been visited by visions of late. Nothing clear, just excerpts from whatever it is I am seeing..." Hektar stopped.
"And?"
"In one I saw the banner of the Wandering Axe aflame. I fear this sickness may not be one of nature. Our Clans future is in doubt." Finally Hektar turned to face the two orcs in his home.
"Skarka as a Warsong your presence would not be warmly greeted at this time." She nodded. "You may be required however, I want you with us, but I don't even want to know for sure you are." A sly grin appeared on the female Orcs face, stealth was her speciality.
"I will accompany you then?" Gergosh asked.
"Yes. We will need all of our best if trouble looms on the horizon. Let the Grim know we will be away for a couple weeks, then send messengers to any Wandering Axe clan mates you know of to return home immediately. We depart in the morning."
As the two Orcs left his home Hektar remained standing, staring at what could not be seen. He had seen other things in his visions too, things he hoped were in no way related to what was at hand. He had seen visions of demons...