Wind tore through Frostfire Ridge, bringing with it the sensation of an alternating current. Frigid air that remained still and the sudden rush of heat that was brought from the lava pools. The Frostwolves were stationed far enough from Bladespire that it was still visible, but far from ear shot... Better yet, far from range of stench. The hour was late. The only ones that still stirred were the patrolling guards and a few select orcs. Mostly hunters returning far too late from their hunts due to some other setback caused by Thunder Lords or Bladespire ogres. However, there was one young orc that remained out in the wilds. It was Brog'gol's t