I ought to go into more detail about the my first trip to Orgrimmar. It’s a harsh place, all red rocks and dust and houses built into canyon walls – beautiful, but wild and inhospitable, practically daring you to attempt survival. It could’ve gotten quite uncomfortable, but fortunately I spent most of my time in the city sewer.
The others (I was with Kaste, and Ysabelle, and Zaliron, and … oh dear, I forgot her name) didn’t seem to think my assessment of the cavern was accurate. Well, certainly I’ve never seen a sewer that was quite so on fire before, and it may have had a fancy name like Ragefire Chasm, but let’s be realistic. Orgrimmar is built in a canyon, a canyon with no real drainage system leading outside. So there’s only one way to describe the lowest point in the city, and that’s SEWER. Actually, the magma was probably a good thing, as it provided a quick and merciful death for any poor creature still lingering on after a trip through the orcish digestive system.
The place was full of demon wranglers. I do rather wish that my first real opportunity to socialize with the orcs hadn’t been so attacking-me oriented, but apparently they had some kind of hideout down there, closed to the public, and that whole rigmarole.
At least the flames seem to have helped cool Zaliron’s hopeless ardor for me … even though they’re flames. I do hope he gets the message that he’s not going to be getting into my pants. I have enough problems getting into them myself.
Sadly my hearthstone malfunctioned and I found myself back in Silvermoon before we had fully explored the place or identified the strange orb we found deep within. I’ll make a return trip someday… and next time, I’ll bring waders.
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