Orgrim watched his old friend leave and couldn't help but sigh; however, he quickly regained his composure. As the Warchief of the Horde, he'd save sentimentality for old age.
He had to carve out a glorious future for the entire orc tribe.
At this very moment, Gul'dan was closely monitoring the Warchief's movements, so much so that he didn't notice another Adventurer approaching.
Bloodthirsty Berserker (warrior): "Master Gul'dan, give me a cup of Demon Blood."
Gul'dan turned and saw a level five orc warrior looking at him expectantly. Another greenhorn... Gul'dan felt a wave of disgust.
Gul'dan (Ravaging Chieftain): "Your contributions to the Horde are not yet sufficient to earn such a reward." (Not enough Merit Points).
"Come on, why you gotta be so stingy? Just one cup, only one cup."
"Scram!"
The orc Adventurer walked away dejectedly.
Then another orc Adventurer stepped forward.
Second Uncle (warrior): "I've collected 1000 Merit Points, can I get my Demon Blood now?"
