Nekros sat in the tent, lost in deep meditation for a while, but still couldn't grasp the essence. He decided to go out for a walk and see what might come of it.
Stepping out of the tent, Nekros headed toward Stormwind City.
Today, the entirety of Stormwind City had become a gigantic orc barracks. The human structures, battered through warfare, were 'repaired' by the orcs using logs and simple materials to fill the gaps and holes, decorated everywhere with orcish-style bones and furs, rugged and wild.
Orc adventurers walked in groups of threes and fives on the streets, either setting up stalls to sell spoils of war or gathering together to drink and feast on meat.
Having moved from the Fel-corrupted, godforsaken lands of Draenor to the fertile Azeroth, these orcs, accustomed to poverty, finally lived the good life of feasting on big chunks of meat again, even the lowliest orc peons could now have a full meal.
