"The first boats leave in the morning" Said Grimble the shipmaster of Ratchet .
Etamsin let out a sigh "That will have to do then wont it"
"Don't get snappy with me Warlock I'm doing you a favor as it is" Etamsin walked off the dock and saddled his Dreadsteed and rode towards Orgrimmar. "Brother, you must be out there somewhere"
The next morning..
"Lets go, Get that ship loaded" Yelled Grimble, sighing he turned to Etamsin
"i hope this is what you want to do, i cant promise you i can get another ship going. no more peons are heading out for at least a month"
"Don't worry about me" Grumbled Etamsin
"Who ya looking for anyway?" Grimble interrupted
Speaking soft etamsin took a step towards the boat
"Just somebody"
Two months later
Etamsin arrives back to Orgrimmar to find many more changes in the Grin. A new Warcheif and Sythengars. Many new faces and the scourge he encountered in Northrend walk among Azeroth.