"Hey Joo!", Vol’jin pointed at the troll. "I be needin yer help?" Reeper looked around, "Who me?" "Ya Mon, joo see any other trolls in here?"
Reeper Walks over to Vol’jin "what joo be needin boss?"
Vol’jin looks around to make sure no outsiders are around, "I be needin joo to be spyin on some peoples mon." "Dey be bad horde, dey no like Thrall." Reeper nodded, "who I be spyin on?" Vol’jin chuckles "dey be the remnant of da Blacktooth Grin". "I be needin joo to report to me what dey be doin, and if dey intend to be trying to dethrone da warchief". Reeper nodded, "joo got it boss", as he turns to walk away Vol’jin put his hand on Reeper’s shoulder, "dese be some good fighters mon, but some o dem not to bright, joo might want to be making friends wit da dumb ones and get dem to get joo in dere ranks." "Just don’t be blowin your cover mon, dey will kill joo on sight if dey know joo be working for da Warchief."
A week has passed since Reeper talked to Vol’jin, as he has been heading to Blackrock Mountain because that was the last known sighting of the Grin. He traveled through Blackrock Mountain staying within the shadows not to be seen by the dragons or dwarfs running around or perhaps by a lone member of the Grin. After traveling through Blackrock Mountain and a good distance into the Burning Steppes he stumbled upon two orcs at cave. Reeper kept his distance watching these orcs, and listening. One was swinging a hammer on an anvil, and the other was sitting at a table wearing a pair of goggles while messing with some engineering parts. In between working on their projects the orcs started arguing who was the stronger warrior, Reeper thought to himself I think I found those dumb orcs Vol’jin was talking about. Not to rush Reeper sat silently listening and he wanted to make sure these were members of the Grin. After an hour of listening to them he noticed they each were missing a tooth. After seeing this Reeper knew he found some of their members.
Reeper jumped down from the rocks a few feet away from the orcs and without thinking started talking to them, "How joo be doin mons?" Startling the orcs, the one at the table jumped up grabbing a large hammer and started running at the troll yelling “CRUNCK SMASH.” Reeper looking confused at the orc running at him, jumped back a little said, "Whoa mon, I not be here to be fightin joo." The other orc hearing this stopped the charging orc from beating the troll with his hammer. Reeper thought to himself, thank the gods, that was going to hurt a lot. Reeper said, “my name be Reeper mon, I be lookin to kill da alliance dis da place I need ta be?” The other orc, apparently not much smarter than Crunck, said “Yea we be bashin da pink skins.”The orc named Crunck sat back down at the table, “Yea me Smash many pinkies.” Reeper reached into his backpack and picked up some odd and end engineering supplies he pick pocketed from some goblins on his trip offered them to Crunck, “joo be able to use dis mon?” ooooh shinies! Crunck seemed happy as the troll sat the engineering parts on the table. Reeper reached into his pack once again and pulled out some different colored metals he took from some dwarfs and offered it to the other orc, “how bout joo, joo use dese?” The other orc looked happy and shouted, “Shiny Metals! Me make strong weapons!” Me like you troll, joo make gud Grin, we kill pinkies together. As the orc went to smelting the ore Reeper thought, I think I found the two dumbest orcs alive, this was easier than I thought. So, I not be cathin yer name mon. The orc looked up from his fire and said, “Grimface” as he went back to smelting. After an hour of Reeper talking to the orcs they offered to take him to their Warchief. Reeper’s plan was set in motion.