Into the woods and into the Deeps

The trip into Ashenvale was easy enough.  I stopped in Splintertree Post and picked up a few jobs to take of on my way to the shore – I knew I was going to need some new boots after all this walking.

Aside from that feeling you get when you know you’re being watched, the forest was rather pleasant.  The trip to the shore was only as eventful as I wanted it to be – I stopped only to chop the horns off the heads of some satyrs and scout out the area around Astrannaar.   

When I reached the shore I came face to face with about a thousand naga crawling all over the place – I knew this trip had been too easy.  The naga stood between me and my goal, a place called Blackfathom Deeps, but at least I found a troll at the nearby Horde outpost willing to pay me if I brought back some naga heads.  At least my efforts will be rewarded, I thought, and I was looking forward to being able to buy something good for dinner – these crunchy spider legs are a little past their prime.   

The naga on the surface were no trouble for me, but I ran into a much stronger bunch down in the Deeps.  I was quickly surrounded by several of them, and had a pair of powerful draenei paladins not arrived to dispatch them right when they did, I don’t think I would have made it out of there.  The draenei could have put me down just as easily, but they instead bowed to me and pointed to another naga further down the tunnel, as if to tell me to attack that one next. 

I was in no position to argue, so I did – that’s what I went down there to do anyway, right?  I could barely hold my own against a single one of the naga, but then the draenei stepped in a aided me again.  This continued, me starting the attack, the two draenei finishing the naga off, until I found what I went there for – a corrupted kor gem, possibly what was making these naga so strong. 

The draenei apparently sensed my glee – they smiled and applauded before bowing to me and leaving the tunnel, clearing a path through the naga who had moved in behind us.  I wish I knew their names, I surely would not have succeeded down there without them. 

Are they not our enemies, though?  I suppose things are not always so black and white, it’s just easier to think that they are when faced with killing someone on the battlefield.