My character woke up and I journeyed from the lodge, aka Anvilmar, all the way south toward the troll cave. I found Gar'rik the Cold in the back, whom I recognized by his face paint, and made quick work of him. A level 2 dwarf paladin was trying to treasure hunt inside the cave, and he told me the location of one of the chests. I rushed ahead of him, but my wireless connection went out, and when I logged back in and went toward the location, there was a dead dwarf with four Frostmane Trolls nearby. The idiot must've rushed in without thinking. The loot was only worth about 20 copper, anyway. I used a hearthstone to get out of the cave, then went back to the camp site after reading the journal.
The dwarf studying the trolls, Genrir Whitebeard, wanted a report to be taken to his brother Senir in Khararos, a village outside of Coldridge Valley. I would have to pass through a tunnel full of aggressive troggs in order to make it through, and I was told to speak to a dwarf standing outside the tunnel first. He told me it had been shut down, but he would allow me through for my urgent delivery. A gnome nearby needed a crate of food supplies delivered to the Thunderbrew Distillery in Khararos, and I volunteered to help.
I liked having to go through Cold Ridge Pass in order to reach the next village because it made the experience feel different from that of the other starting areas. The troggs were only slightly tougher than those I had encountered before, and I could finish them in three rounds. Once arriving in the main part of Dun Murogh, I followed the road north until arriving at Khararos. I stopped at a gun vendor along the way to repair my armor at the hefty cost of 1 1/2 silver. Senir thanked me for the report and told me he'd have work for me later, denoted by the grey exclamation mark above his head. A dwarf standing outside the Thunderbrew Distillery wanted me to kill as many boars as it took to get five sets of crag boar ribs, and a beer from the bartender, in order for him to make some tasty beer-basted boar ribs.
I followed the road back south, and killed the crag boars until I met the quota, after which I went inside the inn and delivered the food crate to the assistant innkeeper, then bought a beer from the bartender, and made Khararos my new home for my hearthstone. Because I had reached level 6, I spoke to the rogue trainer in the kitchen and learned to pickpocket and gouge enemies in order delay their actions by a few seconds. I hadn't enough money left over to learn cooking or first aid. A dwarf standing my the general supplies vendor needed a bucket of tools delivered to the owner of a repair shop for veteran fighter pilots' planes, Beldil Steelgrill. I went into another building in town and found an odd laboratory with a giant death ray-like device pointed at a green-skinned, mean looking gnome in a cage, with a gnome with a grey exclamation mark in the center. Trying to make undead gnomes to see how the Scourge works, maybe?
I exited and followed the road north until meeting Ironforge. I only looked around at the magnificent gates before leaving, following a pair of level 70 horseback riding humans in gold armor that inadvertently led me to Steelgrill's shop while head toward Loch Modan. I thanked them and rushed toward the gnome in the goggles, past a pair of dwarves comically arguing about the best type of fighter jet. I received a nice pair of gloves as a reward, I think, and then spoke to one dwarf that needed ammunition he left near The Grizzled Den to be delivered to the gun vendor from earlier. Another needed boar meat and thick bear fur for jetsteam, however that works. I went into both buildings in the vicinity and learned the engineering and mining professions with the money from the quest.
Traveling back south of Khararos, the easy part was finding the boar meat. The harder part was finding the bear fur. I stood over nearby cliffs, looking for any signs of life below, and nearly fell in my attempts to find any. I made it close enough to the edge to have the area for The Grizzled Den to be added to my map. I found an area where one bear was roaming, and eventually came back to the same place where it had respawned after unsuccessful attempts looking elsewhere. While passing through Khararos, I was given a new quest to retrieve wendigo manes from around The Grizzled Den, another quest to deliver a letter to a village past a frozen lake to the north, and a third quest by Senir Whitebeard to go to the Frostmane Hold west of that frozen lake.
After delivering the goods to Steelgrill's shop, I ran down a steep slope into The Grizzled Den area and found the ammunition by an unexpectedly unguarded camp. I only had to fight weak, young snow leopards and black bears to get to it. I approached the mouth of the cave that the wendigos inhabited. They looked like yetis, tall ape-like monsters covered in snow-like fur. They blew clouds of mist and snow into my face in order to worsen my accuracy as I fought. After killing the guards, I went into the cave and killed three more. Since a night elf was going further into the cave and killing wendigos there, I went back to the entrance and killed one that had respawned. Then two respawned at once and attacked me while I recovered. I frantically asked the night elf standing a few feet away for help, but he was content to stand there and watch while I died.
In retrospect, that was a very, very stupid plan. Supposing I kept going into the cave until I collected all the manes, I would eventually have to go back to the entrance where eight wendigos around my level would be there at once, and I had no hearthstone to make an escape. I ran south of Khararos toward the gun vendor, who was almost out of ammunition to sell. I went north and saw a lone dwarf standing around dark, muddy, and barren terrain. Suddenly a cardboard orc with a target on it popped up, I went near it, it exploded in my face, and then the dwarf burst out in laughter. I was thinking it might be a player, before he went back to a group of NPCs slapping their hands against their knees in what appeared to be amusement at my slight injury. Such is the realism that goes into designing the interactions among some World of Warcraft NPCs.
I went back to Khararos, delivered the manes to the engineer that needed them to make his engine "cozier," who said I had a lot of grit and gave me about 2 silver. I learned first aid and cooking with the money, went back to the inn, sat in a chair, then logged out.