Nyes looked around before licking the blood from her Butcher's Cleaver as she stood in the center of the Gulch surrounded by the corpses of both friend and foe. No matter what her parents or the shamans tried to teach her about honor, the warrior was sure she would always have a special place in her heart for bloodlust and the heat of combat. Back in Orgrimmar, she thumped herself down at a table. "Gryshka, bring me something new!" Nyes roared. "Stranger brought this in this morning, soldier. Want it?" Nyes eyed the mug of dark liquid the innkeeper had poured for her. "Smells strong," the warrior grunted before knocking back the entire thing in one gulp. "Any more where that--" Then she slumped forward and blacked out.