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Sunlight streamed into the small hut, tossing rays onto a sleeping troll. Dust hung in the air, wafted about only by the deep breaths of the sleeper.

Slowly, his eyes open and peer around the hut . Hearing sounds of the jungle, creatures flitting and water flowing, he greets them with a groan.

"Et seems ya finally awake, eh mon?"

The sleeper turns his head to the voice, coming from the opening flap in the hut. With a cough, the sleeper replies in a raspy voice, "Yes, it...seems dat way."

"We was beginnin' ta tink ya been taken by da spirits fa good. Wit all de trouble ya been makin', we wozn sure just who ya'd be when ya woke. We took...precautions."

The sleeper began to get up and noticed the shackles on his wrists and ankles, and how empty the hut was, though the marks in the dirt revealed that there had been a struggle. Dark stains laced with herb fibers and broken clay fragments were all that rested on the floor, aside from the bedding leaves the sleeper was still lying on.

As if looking through a fog, the sleeper squinted at the face of the speaker and asked, "I don' recognize you mon, whot am I doin' 'ere an' why ya got me shackled like dis?"

With a smile that revealed dingy teeth, the speaker replied, "I be Vol'Zul. It be interestin' ya not remember anytin'. Whot be da last ting' ya do remembah?"

The sleeper rested his head and closed his eyes before saying, "I left mons. In da Horde. I woz...a leadah. I had mons followin' me."

Vol'Zul raised an eyebrow and with a hint of mockery asked, "Woz you a leadah' of armies? Did ya take mons intah battle?"

The sleeper took on a countenance of confusion, but kept his eyes closed and replied quickly, "No. I led mons in...talkin'. An' wit tradin'. We wozn' interested in war. We...woz interested in peace."

Chuckling, Vol'Zul asked, "An' so do you remembah who ya iz? Or who dey woz?"

The sleeper shook his head no, saying, "I cannah remembah...iz a fog ta me." Opening his eyes, the sleeper asked in return, "Do you know who I am? How long have I been 'ere? Why you got me shackled like dis?"

Stepping gently into the hut, Vol'Zul could be seen to have trinkets and charms tied on bits of string, d##%%d from a rough belt he wore around his midsection. His figure was lean, even for a troll, but his appearance did not project frailty, but a strength that came from something other than steel and muscle. From a small pouch, he pulled a ripped piece of cloth. It was milky while, with a gold trim, and he held it out in front of himself.

With an light growl, Vol'Zul said "You woz a membah of de A-A-M-S. You are Sul'Fon, one who iz not welcome among trollkind. You have been 'ere for a year, the last bits of it spent in a deep sleep ta commune wit da spirits. You woz shackled ta protect da mons of dis village should da spirits 'ave overtaken you."

After a pause, the silence in the hut a stark contrast to the sounds filtering in from outside, Sul'Fon asked, "An' if I not be welcome among trollkind, why am I 'ere? Why den did you shackle me an' not jus' kill me off ta protect da village?"

Vol'Zul took a deep breath, and let it out heavily before responding, "Dis' village was once ya 'ome, an' dere was a debt of life owed. Ya saved my life once, an' now I 'ave saved yours."

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The trolls gave him little. It was apparent that whatever transpired did nothing to resolve the differences between Sul'Fon and his kin. Darting glances, children held back, a few supplies given, but only enough to get him through the rest of the day.

The only thing given freely was an invitation by Vol'Zul, offered in a hushed tone at the edge of the village.

"When you be findin' yaself...you be lettin' me know. You had failed, but dere is still time to be tryin' again. More den dat ah cannah be sayin. Be seein' ya."

Sul'Fon had spent most of his life away from trolls. Cast out at a young age from his tribe, he followed the stories of the Darkspear which had joined the Horde, and was able to find a new home in the Horde. He was skilled with a blade, and took up ranks as a footsoldier.

He served for a year, seeing Warsong and Tanaris, and was due up for a rotation to the Eastern Kingdoms. Not quite tough as an Orc or a Tauren, he fell out of favor with the commanders, and none went looking for him after he deserted.

Using the contacts developed while traveling Kalimdor, he took up treasure hunting and mercenary work. Goblins and ogres became his compatriots, and what little allegiances he had held with the Horde dissolved. His last job of significance was as a roof stalker, keeping an eye out for Alliance scum, but also useful for eavesdropping and gathering information to sell later.

His last job of significance, that is, before becoming involved with the AAMS.