Jere silently sped through the Jungle of Stranglethorn, dodging rocks, trees, and animals on his slightly modified motorcycle. He skidded to a slower pace, rumbling though the entrance to Booty Bay. He lifted up the reg goggles from his face, looking down from his spot at the group of horde below him, all gathered around an orc. He then raised an eyebrow, looking at an older human who appeared to be sleeping on the dock.
"Heh.....old fool must have passed out...", Jere muttered to himself, wiping the dust out of his eyes, before turning back to his bike, driving down the ramp, next to the group.
"Heh...this that group that they were saying were gonna go beat the heck out of the trolls in Gurub?