Undercity with a vengeance, desperately moving away from fallen Lordaeron in hopes the guards wouldn't notice the kitty druid looked a little funny.
A tiny pony struggled to keep up, its back slightly bent by the massive kegs of beer. It sighed with relief when the men stopped for a rest in Hillsbrad.
"No way of knowing which way they came," Throgg grunted. "I think we catch them from Menethil."
The Gilnean nodded. "I can go into town and ask after her. Since the changes in the Wetlands, Menethil hasn't had nearly the traffic. Someone might have noticed a little girl by herself; they would definitely notice some Grimtotem."
"What will we do in the meantime?" Lolegolas pondered.
"Drink," Throgg replied. He gestured to the pony. "Portable Brewfest. Party on the hoof!"
The druid look bemused. "You keep a keg pony on hand?"
Lolegolas blinked in response. "You mean, you don't?"