“Garrosh!”
Cairne’s bellow was loud and deep and echoed as he strode into Grommash Hold. The guards moved to him, allegedly to assist, not quite to intercept. He glared down at them
balefully and snorted in derision, and they stepped aside.
“Garrosh!”
There was always somebody awake in Grommash Hold, tending the fires that never went out, making preparations for the following day, so it was not quite deserted, if still. Cairne’s
shouting roused those who had been sleeping, and the rooms slowly filled with curious, still slightly drowsy onlookers rubbing their eyes and dressed in clothes that were obviously hastily
donned.
“Garrosh, I demand to see you!”
“Nobody demands to see the leader of the Horde!” one of the Kor’kron spoke up, snarling.
Cairne whirled on him with a speed that belied his age. “I am High Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof. I helped create this Horde that Garrosh is currently undermining. I will speak with him,
and Iwill speak with him now!”