The stone street turns into a dirt road as you pass through the mage portal and into Draenor. Stormshield, the Alliance calls this base, is as busy as you knew it would be. Merchants of all allied races craft and sell their wares to adventurers, other merchants, and the soldiers that march Stormshield’s grounds. Because the Horde operates from the other side of the island, the land between the two towns is a battleground in which the two enemies clash.
You’re trying to find a cartographer when a distant horn blows, signaling to some of the soldiers stationed in town. You quickly hop inside a stall as a few horses followed by armored men and women thunder up the path to battle. A fewunusual cats trail behind them. Once they’ve passed, business resumes. But before you leave, you listen to a curious exchange.
“I hear that Harrison Jones still isn't any closer to finding that artifact,” a guard mentions to another.
The other guard removes his helmet and angrily rakes his claws through his thick mane. “How long does he plan to take? We can't stay holed up here forever with the Horde breathing down our necks.”
“I hope it's not much longer,” the first guard, a human, says. “I haven't seen my family in Stormwind in months.”
The worgen’s lips curl back, baring even more teeth. “The Horde is growing bolder every day. They attacked another one of our outposts this morning.”
The woman, outraged by the violence, scowls. “Did those mongrels forget that we're supposed to have a treaty?”
“It looks that way.” The second guard jams his helmet back over his hairy head. “I think they fear that if we do find the artifact, we'll end up using it against them.”
There’s a sense of finality to the first guard’s voice when she concludes, “If they keep attacking our soldiers the way they have been, they may just drive us to it.”
An artifact? How fascinating! But it isn’t at all related to your reason for coming to Draenor. You leave the disgusted pair of guards behind and continue your search for a local mapmaker.
Memory 4: Stormshield
You’re trying to find a cartographer when a distant horn blows, signaling to some of the soldiers stationed in town. You quickly hop inside a stall as a few horses followed by armored men and women thunder up the path to battle. A few unusual cats trail behind them. Once they’ve passed, business resumes. But before you leave, you listen to a curious exchange.
“I hear that Harrison Jones still isn't any closer to finding that artifact,” a guard mentions to another.
The other guard removes his helmet and angrily rakes his claws through his thick mane. “How long does he plan to take? We can't stay holed up here forever with the Horde breathing down our necks.”
“I hope it's not much longer,” the first guard, a human, says. “I haven't seen my family in Stormwind in months.”
The worgen’s lips curl back, baring even more teeth. “The Horde is growing bolder every day. They attacked another one of our outposts this morning.”
The woman, outraged by the violence, scowls. “Did those mongrels forget that we're supposed to have a treaty?”
“It looks that way.” The second guard jams his helmet back over his hairy head. “I think they fear that if we do find the artifact, we'll end up using it against them.”
There’s a sense of finality to the first guard’s voice when she concludes, “If they keep attacking our soldiers the way they have been, they may just drive us to it.”
An artifact? How fascinating! But it isn’t at all related to your reason for coming to Draenor. You leave the disgusted pair of guards behind and continue your search for a local mapmaker.