At last, you see signs of civilized life! There, on the hill, amid the wreckage of your ship is what looks to be a makeshift encampment. Several Draenei are going about various tasks, tending to the wounded or patrolling the borders.
"Oh thank the light, we're saved!" Your companion says before rushing ahead with you close behind.
A large male, dressed in rather heavy, albeit obviously scavenged, armor notices your approach, throwing up a hand to wave you over.
"It is good to see that there are more survivors, and that you made it here in one piece." He says as you two approach, offering up a grateful smile. "As if the crash were not bad enough, this land seems... less than hospitable. We need all the hands we can get."
"What happened? Why did we crash? What is this place? How can we--" Your companion begins before wincing again and doubling over.
You quickly move to place an arm around her, helping her back up and shaking her head. "You need to get medical attention, you're still hurt. I was only able to do so much for you..."
The guard nods and gives out a little call, two robe-clad Draenei showing up to gently escort your friend away. He then turns to you with an appraising look. "Is that the mark of the academy I see? We could use a mage like you. These creatures draw ever closer, and our guards are stretched to their limits. We can't afford to send anyone out to look for more survivors. You look like you can handle yourself, would you go out and take a look around?"
