Orgrimmar
Just inside the Main Gate
Rhoach slid the shiny new brass knuckle over his left fist and grinned, his tusks glinting in the torchlight of the darkening afternoon, and walked over to greet his Warchief.
As he approached Grulg, he clenched his right hand into a fist, thumped his chest, and held the fist out to the right side of his body in a salute. Grulg nodded back, and handed Rhoach a piece of parchment.
"Need lat scribbul heer, Rhoach," Grulg grunted as he handed it over.
Rhoach nodded, examined the parchment, and signed his name with a flourish, noticing that only four more signatures were needed to make Orgrimmar recognize their clan as 'official.'
Soon all the peoples of Azeroth would recognize the Skullcrushers as 'official,' Rhoach thought to himself. Especially when their armies fell before the blades, spells, and plans of the clan. Rhoach's grin crept further up onto his face. Great things were to come....
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