"The city of Orgrimmar was starving. A drought across the Barrens and Mulgore, coupled with the Warchief’s massive requisitions for his campaign in the Eastern Kingdoms, had left little food for the people of the vast city. And there would be even less in the coming months: Hellscream was hurriedly planning a new expedition, to finally seize the city of Stormwind."

"While Wrathion remained guarded about both why the Shado Pan had welcomed them so readily and his mysterious reason for wanting to travel to Townlong Steppes, Anduin was simply grateful for the reprieve. There was little sanctuary to be found when trying to avoid the watchful eyes of the True Horde, even more so with Garrosh’s personally allocated bounties on their heads. Finding themselves surrounded by friendly faces was more than Anduin could have hoped."

": Across all of Azeroth, there was nowhere else as difficult to traverse than its mighty ocean. Spanning for countless miles, the seas of Azeroth appeared endless with vessels sailing for months without any sight of land. If the endless purgatory did not drive a person mad, it would be the violent and ferocious storms that prowled the ocean in search of vessels to ravage. Many tales tell of entire fleets being engulfed by these storms and forced into the dark depths below to join the ever expanding graveyard that formed the ocean floor."