A hunter can survive a long time without even basic necessities, longer, perhaps, than others might.

I may need to put this to the test, for I have run out of my meager rations, and there is little forest game here that remains uncorrupted.

So close to so many of them--I have not had the ability or the settled stomach to approach any of at their 'Crash Site.' The headaches are blinding the moment I step out of this clearing toward any of the survivors.

Them? I... I have to start thinking like they are my people. They are, are they not? Draenei; I... I am one of the Draenei. I am a draenei... yet aside from superficial similarities...

No one looks like me. I am a freak, an outsider, even amongst this race I am to belong to.

Naaru have mercy upon me, I have no courage. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will try again.