Found her Dead: Cel'Gur Saberion #2

 It be two days before the old man Vol'Jin be finally settin' foot on the tyrant Hellscream's fortress, and we the people of Stranglethorn Vale be looking for some supplies on the wandering invaders outside the city of Booty bay. Heads of the intruders be on the tall sharp sticks on our shoulder pads to strike fear on whoever dare enter our territory we be tryin' to restore, and only give an arrow in their skulls as a warnin'. I be only the butcher and teacher of the study of the loa and voodoo with only a few knowledge of weaponry and fighting. Many would say that this be some crazy junk. but in that day I be findin' the body of the orcress laying dead with the thin blade impaled in her chest. I was looking for a few kelp indigenous to the green life filled jungle til' she be just layin' there, so I grabbed my wooden staff pokin' her right side lightly tryin' to see if she was alive or not. My hypothesis was both wrong and correct. The youngling be standing up with her tarnished black robes seeing some parts of her very ripped and athlete shape, her very gray and muddy hands on her face tearing up spilling black water on the soil underneath. I came up a bit closer to the girl tiltin' my elderly head and strokin' my very large white beard," What be the matter with yah orc?" She would just kept on sobbing sitting down on the dull dirt on her robes, opening her hands revealing the very scared face with deep rectangular cuts under her eyes but something else interestin' be catchin' my old agin' sight. The middle section of her right eye's lids be cut making her always see with that side as for the other nothin' torn. The undead would look at me with her green eyes and sad expression," Where is Noais? I want to see him again!" I raised my left eyebrow tryin' to see if I heard that name before," I be never hearin' such a name in this land." She kept crying and laying on her side that would be facing away from me. As I said earlier, we wouldn't let any being that wasn't normal in our lands be shown any pity, but she be just a girl we are not cold blooded. I would put my hands under her carryin' the youngling to my hut in my village. She wouldn't even try to struggle or ask where I am takin' her makin' me feel a bit uneased. We would made it to the village in a few minutes entering a conversation of the orcress' surprising arrival with the blade still in her heart. I placed her in the witch doctor's bed which he would inspect a way to get the blade out of Cel'Gur's chest without makin' a larger pain than it looked like. The doc searched for some mojo elixir that was colored a sky blue than drains it into the orc's mouth," Be s'allow it mon." Taking a sip of the juice would make her fall into a sleep where she wouldn't feel the touch of anything even a large tauren on the girl's body. I would wait a few moments to see any progress on the youngling's wounds...