The new beginning

Soc'tah didn't know how long she'd been sleeping when she woke up. It was late evening, since sun was setting down again. Her sister was gone, she didn't know how many hours ago she had left, but Soc'tah didn even expect her to stay.
She took her armor and axe, and started to wander around. Finally she found a road to follow. Curiously she looked around herself. Everything looked, smelled and felt so different. She wandered in Thousand Needles and The Barrens for hours before finding a sign wich said "Orgrimmar".

By that time Soc'tah had already decided to turn new page on her life. She wanted to get rid of her name, The Sandfury Tribe, her fiancé the heavy axe she was carrying. No more killing her own, no more stony walls of Zul'Farrak.

Finally she reached the city of Orgrimmar. With eyes wide open Soc'tah looked the high walls and hundreds of buildings wich had red roofs and thick walls. Lots of people were running and walking around in the city. They had large tamed animals wich they used as mounts. Soc'tah had never seen so much people at the same time, not even in the tribe tournaments back in Zul'Farrak. But there was a problem, she couldn't understand a word from the language everyone seemed to talk.
Without destiantion Soc'tah walked on the streets of the city and sucked in the noices and smell of it. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not, but at least it was very exciting.

After finding a place to rest, an orc emoted her in the inn. He carried mail armor and two twinbladed axes. With very bad trollish he started to talk for Soc'tah. She hardly understoo him, but she still listened his words carefully. "Y sem 'o b lst, troll" he said and grinned widely. Soc'tah nodded, without answering. "I seen 'ny lik 'u. I kn anoth troll y shou 'eet" The orc continued and motioned her to follow. Soc'tah felt bit unpleasant, suddenly she remembered how she was forced to be Headcutter and the situation felt too much similiar for her. But she knew she didn't have a choise, so she slowly started to follow the aged orc who smelt like some sour food and smoke. Soc'tah held tight her hood in her hand, and axe on the other one. She got prepared to run away or fight back if she had to.
The orc leaded her to a round building, and stopped at the doorway. "Tlk 'o er" He said and pointed a troll who was standing on the other side of the room. Carefully Soc'tah walked closer to her, doubting thoughts running through her mind. Before she had a change to say a word, the troll, clearly a shaman, looked to her and smiled "Greetin' fellow troll, an' welcome 'o Orgrimmar. What's ye' name?"
"S-Socio S-Sharpspear" Soc'tah answered and tried to smile back.