After the party had finished what business they had in Orgrimmar, and sorted out supplies for the adventure ahead, they set about looking for the easiest way to handle their journey out into The Barrens. As luck would have it, outside the city gates where caravans would often gather, Shazga's Caravan was ready to soon take off just that way. It was a rowdy kind of bunch, led by the charismatic orc Shazga Dragonfist.
She was looking for more people to come with as guards for the journey, as she had valuable cargo to bring and plans to take a quicker, more dangerous cut outside the typical trade routes to The Crossroads. So far outside of herself and her tauren caravan quartermaster, she had enlisted the aid of three others. The first was Zai'jo; a young troll from the Echo Isles, he was not content to settle as a fruit farmer on the Echo Isles, and had hopes that this caravan would be the start of his chance to see much, much more of Kalimdor.
The other two were Drovan and Aggi Wolfblade; an orc couple with plans to cut west and make a new life for themselves in Mulgore. Their famrstead near Razor Hill had hit on hard times as of late, and so new opportunities felt well overdue for them.
Furthermore, with his expertise as a chef, Turuk Thunderhoof managed to score in a little extra pay cooking food for the journey.
It would take five days, give or take, for the caravan to make its way from Orgrimmar to The Crossroads. Normally this route would be longer, but Shazga had it on good hands that a quicker route could be had by cutting directly, diagonally from the western gates of Orgrimmar and throuigh the rocky north-Barrens hills to then meet onto the Gold Road south. And all seemed well and good for the first few days.
But then, second day along on their journey, the caravan was stopped by a landslide blocking their path. They divided themselves up in different tasks to clear the rubble, their journey thankfully not delayed too bad by the fact, but everyone could feel the looming eyes of some others watching. Later on, as night began to settle in and the party had to make camp, Gan Jedi took the precaution to scout the areas around for any sign of trouble.
What he eventually found was a group of centaurs, racing across the barren plains. Their direction could not be a coincidence; they were headed directly toward the camp. Gan thankfully managed to reconvene with the others well in advance of the centaurs' likely arrival, so the caravan had good time to shore up their defenses and get ready.
Then the attack came. The camp was surrounded, and a bloody battle was fought. Dorval Wolfblade was wounded and tried to retreat, hiding in one of the camp tents -- but a fateful arrow shot clear through the tent canvas, and after the battle had cleared the party could all see that the orc was dead. An arrow lodged deep in his back.
For the rest of the way to The Crossroads, uneventful days until they could reach the Gold Road and carry on from there, Aggi let a silent stoicism keep her company as she wept for her husband. She brought his body with them, preserved as best they could, so that they could later find an honourable spot to lay him to rest.