Gazam Deadwolf, Orc Warlock

Gazam looked out across the rocky land of Durotar. Standing in the cave mouth of the warlock's enclave, he took his first step away from the Burning Blade clan. Appreciative of the power they introduced him to, Gazam could no longer abide their misaligned goals. They wanted to conspire against Thrall to return the Horde to its former "glory". His focus was on vengeance against those who slaughtered his family: the Alliance. It was a matter of honor they didn't understand.

With the gates of Orgrimmar behind you, the road to Ratchet stetches out before you. Though Durotar may seem an uninteresting land, you know all too well that dangers can hide in plain sight.
Your shadow stretches across the dry earth as the sight of buildings crests the horizon. Torch light combats the coming twiight, welcoming you with a literal beacon in the night.
As you approach the buildings, you realize the distance seems off because they are on a hill defended by guards at an opening in the walls at the hill's base.
"Throm-Kar." The guards greet you with little interest. You are a lone traveling orc. Any who travel from Orgrimmar stop at Razor Hill, and so the guards are probably accustomed to travelers of all sorts.
The road through Razor Hill splits halfway through the town and is lined with shops, inns, and the like all waiting for travelers in need.

Throughout the night, you pay special attention to anything concerning the Alliance, especially a certain mage. Nothing really new is learned though. Northwatch Hold south of Ratchet seems to be the only known Alliance base nearby. Admiral Proudmoore built the place, meaning to launch an assault on the Horde. After his death, anyone loyal to him and his cause hid themselves.
While some inngoers grumble about the Alliance, most seem unconcerned. Their daily troubles are what cause them the most concern.
Morning breaks and your travels to Ratchet take you to Crossroads. The road between Ratchet and Crossroads is much more populated. A kind, old Tauren offers you a seat on his wagon for the long journey. Farther from the Horde's seat of power, the walls of Crossroads are much more impressive and tested than those of Razor Hill. You make it to Crossroads late in the afternoon without trouble and part ways with the kindly Tauren, the fires of your hatred and need for vengeance only slightly comforted by the simple gesture of compassion.

When leaving the Crossroads, you're warned to stay clear of the beasts of this land. They've been more aggressive than usual as of late.
During your trek through the Barrens, you observe the various creatures in the distance and give them a wide berth. Nearing the road turning toward the goblin metropolis, Ratchet, you hear a low growl closer than expected. Not too far off the road is a tree that the growl seems to be coming from.
You spot a large feline form poking out from behind the tree. It's hunger clear on its scrawny face. Meeting each other's eyes, it takes an almost clumsy step toward you.

The large feline takes a few lunges toward you. About halfway though, he stumbles and looks at you curiously. He then happily, but weakly trots to you, lightly brushing up against you with a mixture of purrs and soft whines.
His thin frame and unkempt mane support the reasoning that he attacked because of extreme hunger.
The big cat soon sadly sulks away at your insistence that he leave you be.
Back on the last leg of your journey, you soon spot the tops of the buildings of Ratchet.
A sprawling metropolis larger than Orgrimmar, Ratchet is home to thousands of goblins and hundreds of other races. You can find anything you might want in Ratchet, and a lot of things no one wants, for a price.
Your inquiries about the human female mage always refers Lady Jaina Proudmoore, the leader of the Alliance nation on Kalimdor, Theramore. There mere suggestion that she would have anything to do with such slaughter of anyone is meet with scoffs and laughter. "More than likely," you're told, "Some rogue humans still loyal to her father's ideas were the culprits."