Another day. Another test. Witchdoctor Zahb’bia pokes and prods me to see if my ribs have healed. I have come to remember his name, even though I vehemently hope that I will never be in the man’s care ever again.

We will be leaving soon. I’m terrified. But I have come this far and almost died for this, so it’s foolish to second guess it all now. My destiny lies in Durotar.