All come together

Reaching for the pocket in which the gem once rested, Dormir grows anxious. He fiddles with his beard, stroking the whispy ends of hair reaching his chest. Pointing to cknowledge that Meridia's fiddling with his gem, "Ye know, ye've had th' gem fer quite some time now. D'ye think ye'd let me keep watch o'er it till nightfall?"

Dormir nabs the gem from Meridia's hand, bringing the gem back close to his body. He pauses, standing still for a moment, and closes his eyes, concentrating on the light hum coming from the gem. Dormir carries it between his two clasped hands, lets loose a long sigh, and carries on walking with the group again.

You notice the trees begin to thin as you get glimpses of a more barren landscape beyond the trees. Thalnazz looks nervously at the rest of the group when within sight of the Horde outpost at the edge of the territory, but continues on with a feigned confidence.
"Throm-Kar!" An armored orc greets you. He speaks expectantly and with respect. Confused, Thalnazz looks to Gazam.

The armored orc gave a slightly confused look to Meridia (though she might not know with her being blindfolded), but acknowledged the elf with a respectful "Zug zug". He then gave his attention to Gazam - as he was forced to with Gazam placing himself. Saluting with a "Lok'tar!" he introduces himself as Kadrak. "Theramore is a long march. Mages move quickly across the world." He stops himself in mid thought and looks over the group. "You are all seeking the mage for justice from the Horde?"

Suddenly confused at his choice of traveling companions, Dormir does his best to mimic Gazam's gutteral cry. "Luktor agar!" The stare that ensued between the dwarf and the armored orc was tense. Dormir witnessed the armored orc's lip begin to twitch as if preparing to speak, "Must not've gotten that right. Ye must forgive me tongue. It's adapted t' far more complex sounds than the gruff an' grumble of yer Orcish."

"So what d'ye lads have against th' human mage?"

"HA!" Kadrak (the orc guard) bellows a laugh as Gazam - tension successfully broken - and begins to lead the group on a march. "If you want to get to Theramore before the mage dies of old age, I have some wyverns you can take." Still chuckling to himself, he walks over to the opposite side of the outpost, leading the group to a large wyvern nest tended to by an orc couple. They eye the group with suspicion but stay out of the way as they prepare the wyverns for travel. "These will take you to Camp Taurajo. There's half your trip."
Assuming the group agrees, your journey can continue.

Slightly uneasy about riding the horned, winged creature, Dormir pauses to make sure the rest of the party agreed to ride the hellacious things before walking toward them. "Ye won't hear complaints from a dwarf when offered another option t' walkin' so far!"

Each of you take your mount and take flight suddenly once the wyverns are given a signal from one of the tending orcs.
You pass over the settlement of Crossroads, herds of animals such as zhevra and plainstriders, and long expanses of dry earth spotted with a couple small oases. The trip is fairly short, the wind in your face is refreshing.
The wyverns circle Camp Taurajo as they land one by one. Greeted by large, gentle looking Tauren, your group causes a slight hesitation when Dormir, Thalnazz, and Wembil are noticed. Still, you are treated warmly. That is, until an armored guard comes thundering to you and speaks sternly but not threatening even with his large polearm. "State your business."