Maube stood staring at the Dark Portal for a while after the crowd had departed. For once, a gathering of the Crushers had not ended itself in bloodshed. Disheartened, the Clan returned to Camp to nurse old wounds, tell old stories and think about the future.
Volonazra had been a mentor to her. From the first day he had watched her stumble around in the Crossroads, to the day she had mastered her most powerful spells. The Chief watched her, supported her, championed her... and gave her a place in the Crushers that was a place of Honor... an Elder.
She watched her own race go from being sneered at... to being respecced... but not without the support from her fellows... Huato, Muru, Morgh, Rhoach, Haq... and later Gordantell and Uglutz... all those who helped her on her path... with Chief Volonazra always waiting in the shadows, like a benevolant spirit wanting her to suceed.
And Succeed she did... with the help of her brothers and sisters... she had helped mold the Crushers... found new blood... even found a Troll to be her warden... all for the glory of the Crushers...
Volonazra was proud. He still would be. Pondering on the fate of the Clan, the mage made her way back to camp, skirting wide around the Demons that were attracted to the Dark Portal and it's swirling energies.
Two names had been on the Chieftan's lips as he whispered his final instructions. Two stood ready to stand for the Clan. And one, Maube headed to now. Threading her way among the fires and tents in Camp, Maube came to the familiar Tauren construction.
"Shaman's and their totems" Maube chuckled to herself as the spirits of nature swirled around her, making sure she was friend. A carcass was lain before the tentflap, Maube glanced at it before a flicker of parchment caught her attention.
Reading, Maube chuckled. "I will never understand these Shaman's and their Spirit Quests... But Maybe that no good brother of his is around..."
Maube shook out her sleeves and glanced around at the Somber campsite... "No matter who becomes Chief... we are Skullcrushers... and we will prepare for Volonazra's return."
Eyes flickering once more over the note on Huato's tent, Maube shrugged and went to find Zuato and Uglutz... she had saved a bottle of Booty Bay's finest, and she intended to celebrate this night... For the Horde.