Dear Diary...

Today a roving pair of alliance filth attacked our hunter's base camp in the barrens. I was momentarily frozen in fear as I watched them deftly fell innocent camp guards with naught but a single ball of fire or well placed knife. Afraid to stand and fight, but unwilling to run I did the only thing I could think of: I called for backup. To my pleasant surprise my cries were quickly answered. A mage, though she might have well been an angel, swooped down upon the little camp and made short work of the calamitous pair, chasing them back to the boat from whence they arrived. Victory for the horde! I will not soon forget the delicious look of terror upon their pale visage. If they return then they are indeed more masochistic than I.