Our detour had its share of problems, and the worst came in the form of servants of the Twilight Cult. It was an order which, since founded, firmly believed in the Apocalypse.

Devotees, on all levels, adhered to their sacrosanct beliefs. I had no doubt the latest developments in Azeroth had them all twitching with excitement. The Void Lords, from what I had overheard in the past few days, had nearly delivered the Twilight's dearest wish.

Bizarrely, as we passed, they seemed indifferent to begin with; until one of them challenged us, specifically Lunk.

"Yuh betta be one of de broderhood, mon?" a female said, as she stepped out from just inside the mouth of a cave. She was odd-looking, slightly stooped, but there was an underlying beauty too. Her skin bore a soft grey, almost lavender tone on which markings looked embossed more than etched.

Lunk's small eyes flitted to the female, and then with a grunt, he looked straight ahead and kept walking. "No like trolls," he mumbled to me.

I sat on his shoulder, warily eyeing the woman and others close by whose interest seemed piqued now she had drawn attention to us.

"What's wrang wid yuh, ogre?" She moved towards us a little faster. Her slender frame and long arms made her somewhat lanky, but it was hard to look away from her.

She levelled with us then drew to a halt in front of the ogre. Her yellow eyes travelled up his full height, although, if standing straight, she herself, would have been almost seven feet tall.

"Yuh be of Cho'gall's blood. Yahh be followa?" she asked, tilting her head as she studied his face.

"Lunk follows no-one," my ogre friend said. "Least of all Cho'gall."

The troll hissed. "Yuh a traitor to yuh own kine!"

I could not fully understand what she was saying but I managed to grasp the general gist. As such, I hoped Lunk could be as dumb as he appeared most of the time. I soon found out he was even dumber.

"As are you," Lunk retorted, aggressively.

The troll was incensed at such accusation. With a wave of her hand, she cast a fire totem on the ground, beside us. It spat small jets of fire, all aimed at Lunk's ample legs.

He roared as the heat buried into his skin, and desperately, he tried to stamp out the totem. The troll, cackling, taunted Lunk by placing a second one to his right.

I flapped my wings and cawed loudly, trying to stay in place on the ogre's shoulder as the fire jets caused him to dance around maniacally.

Then the troll noticed me. She shrieked louder, obviously amused at the jiggling ogre and frantic bird before her.

It was with great restraint I decided to attack the totems instead of her, and I fired a frost bolt. The first totem snuffed out instantly.

The troll's face was a mask of disbelief. I turned to hit at the second totem and repeated my frosty utterance.

"No!" the troll cried out. "Yuh ah demon, raven!" She started to conjure a spell, but a deep voice from behind us stopped her in her tracks.

"Yaala!"

Lunk stumbled as he turned to face the individual who had halted the assault.

Another Twilight Cultist approached, but this one was no troll. 

Half bull, half humanoid I recognised this was a Tauren.