[H] The Tempered Fist Warband

The Tempered Fist had only returned to Orgrimmar an hour ago, but its troops were long gone. The captain had immediately given the men the afternoon and following day's leave upon their arrival, knowing how exhausted they were, and was now leaning against a stack of weapons crates in the Valley of Honour reading through his orders again.

The Warband had been formed from the decimated remains of battallions and regiments whose advances in Northrend had fallen upon disaster. Their survivors had simply been drawn together into a new unit, and Sek'Lah (or Trollmeat as he was more commonly known) had been selected to lead them. That had been several months ago, and with the war in Northrend drawing to a close the Tempered Fist had been withdrawn to Kalimdor to consolidate in preparation for future duties. At least, that's what the letter in the Captain's hand said.

"Whatcha t'inkin, Kuwanyauma?" He asked, looking up at the armoured Tauren beside him. She shook her head.
"I don't know, Meat. It was good of you to give 'em the time off. We both know they've been through the grinder and all, but..." She tailed off.
"Wha'? Some of dem got families, mon. Dey need a lil' time." He paused for a moment before adding "An' call me Sir."
"Well, Sir, I'm wondering how many of them will bother coming back now they're so close to home. I know some of them weren't thrilled at having to join this unit rather than one of their own."
Trollmeat nodded slowly at this, scratching his chin.
"Aye, it was a risk lettin' 'em go. We go' precious few soldiahs lef' withou' dem desertin' us now dey got da chance. Bu' as I see it, all dat means is we cut away da dead weight, don' it? Da ones dat come back'll be da best we 'ad, dem dat don'... Well, maybe we're bettah off lookin' for new blood."
"We'll need a lot of it then, Meat. Unless you want some Kor'kron general bawling at you when he hears we haven't the manpower to pull off our next assignment."
"Well den Lieutenant, we'd bes' get recruitin'! Dey won' find da fist sleepin' when da Alliance come knockin', will dey?"
Kuwanyauma grinned broadly as the two of them pulled on their helmets, setting off in the direction of the nearest tavern.