The strong orcish city of Orgrimmar was busy at work. Repairs were in order after full-scale assault that was launched while Garrosh was still in power, holed up deep within the hidden underground foundries he had created. The new Warchief Vol'jin ordered that new grunts be trained as well, as significant signs of corruption were seen in Garrosh's personal guard, the Kor'kron Elite. Orcs could be heard grunting throughout the Valley of Strength, coming from both peons, trainees, and trainers alike. The ones on break would always meet up at the Inn for a drink, and one Goblin saw this as an opportunity. It was the perfect place to recruit a task force of her own! In an Azeroth with Venture Company selling themselves out to the Iron Horde for a sack of gold, and the Trade Prince Gallywix throwing his riches around more often than a drunken Dwarf playing the auction house, she had to do something extraordinary to save the Goblin name. Unfortunately, she hadn't found much luck with any of the peons, and the Tauren she found herself with seemed more interested pleasure than business. The Goblin found herself mentally face-palming after every one of his numb-skulled responses. "Look, buddy, you wanna make some cash or not? There's so much to be found beneath Wintergrasp that those Everlook dorks are sitting on top of! We could be rich!" she exasperated. The Tauren just chuckled a reached a hand out. "They can have those ridiculous artifacts; I've got the one treasure I need right in front of me." spoke the calico Tauren. A slight smirk extended across his stout muzzle. The Gobiln quickly swatted his fat hand away with a huff. "Hey, cool the jets cow-boy! I already told you I ain't interested!" she shouted with a fold of her arms. "I'm not settling down with some Tauren I just met while there's gold to be made. Time is money!"