From the city's high watch towers the guards shift, ready for anything. One spots something coming up slowly in the distance. They nock arrows into their bows as the riders approach. The sentries only relax when they see a single Orc and a troll riding swiftly on their mounts, traveling out of the parched lands. Driving them to return home.

The guards become at ease as the two travelers, exhausted from their battle but in good spirits, continue galloping forward. The orc continues to talk, ignoring the people watching, pointing to the troll as he continue to speak about the epic battle - "And then you came down... slashing her head clean off! I can't believe how long it took us to defeat the enemy but the war chief will be proud!"

The troll smiles thinking about his victory blow, "Thanks mon, it been a hard battle. Woulda been easier if your guild's druid coulda come along for da healin'."

The orc shifts on his mount, "You're right." He looks down. "But alas, he had some important business to attend to. I know if he was able, he would have joined and help out. He loves to keep this guild's name in good standing with the War Chief." He smiles at the troll, "But think about the offer. You would be perfect for our honorable guild! Our group is all about raiding and doing the War Chief's will!"

They pass through the great gates, the thunderous drums marking their entrance. The two mighty heroes entrance is not noticed though as they hear shouts and laughter from near the mailbox.

"Hey! He's been dancing up there for 6 hours straight! I think that is a new record!"

"Shake that beef!"

The two get closer to the mailbox as the dancing Tauren raises his hands in the air screaming "For the War Chief and the Cenarion Circle!" and moves his feet into a shuffle.

The troll looks stunned. "Is DAT da druid?"

The orc nods his head proudly. "He's our finest." With a grin at the surprised look on his comrade's face he adds, "I TOLD you he had some important business to attend to!"

The troll just shakes his head and turns away, leaving the orc stammering, "Wait! Aren't you going to join our guild?"

The tauren looks down at the orc and holds his out hand. "Come up here and DANCE with ME! That's an order!" He moves and shuffles his feet to the rhythm of the drums. "I command everyone in my guild dance naked in the streets with me!"

As Horde members all around him began to throw off their armor and dance, the troll quickly high-tailed it into the countryside looking for new lands to conquer... away from the terrifying dancing guild.