Zwingli knew what he had to do, but boy did he not want to do it!
“A servant? Me?” He huffed in aggravation.
“Sure, I’m willing to learn. But, I want to be treated as an equal! Really, what would my family say if they found out?!”
He shook his head in disgust. But then, he felt it.
He didn’t understand it, but he knew it to be true.
If he was ever to lead anything or anyone, he had to understand what it means to serve.
If he wants to truly understand what makes the connection with the land an animals of Mulgore so strong among the Taurens, then he has sink himself deep into their culture. Maybe Cairne was right, he “needed to become one of them.
Zwingli looks down at his new animal companion, Nephma. “What do you think? You’re supposed to be some super spiritual two world walking kitty. Do you have any advice for me?”
Of course Nephma said nothing.
Zwingli slowly made his way from the Spirit Rise, to the Lower Rise. He then made his way up through the central totem until he came to the High Rise.
Across the way, he could see the Tauren High Chieftain, Baine Bloodhoof, presiding over his people.
As Zwingli walked up to him, Baine looked upon him with knowing eyes.
“Well met, Blood Elf. Be welcomed among us. All of the Horde are welcome to Thunder Bluff. What is your need?”
Zwingli looked upon him for just a moment, not knowing what to say.
Defiance rose up within him, while at the same time a longing for a home he never was able to really have.
A desire to be understood was there, yet the feeling of lostness and aimlessness was present as well.
Not knowing why, Zwingli just started to sob, not quite able to hold himself up. As he fell, a huge Tauren arm reached out to catch him.
It was Baine.
“I had a dream that you would be coming our way little one. My father said that you needed a home, a place to find yourself and the destiny our great Earthmother has for you. ” Baine looked into Zwingli’s eyes, as the young Blood Elf looked up.
“Zwingli, you shall be one of us. Not everyone will understand, and to be honest I don’t know either. But today, you shall begin the Great Hunt. Find yourself here, little one. You have found your home.”
At this, Baine lifted Zwingli up to where he could stand on his own.
Zwingli’s only reply was to: