After the movement from his home in the Cleft of Shadows, Douja now found himself roaming the Eastern Kingdom. He was no longer in his safe felt environment of sun, canyons and wild boars, but now he saw the Scourge and how far the infection had bread. As he strolled through the brill, he noticed the plague ridden Mongrolls over the hill, Duskbats surrounding the town and a set of hounds prowling the area. These were not a type of beast Douja had seen before and by the look on his face when he saw the blood dripping dogs, he didn't want to get too intimmate.

Coming from the Orgrimmar Underground, he saw no better place to go than the Undercity. This was was an Underground he was not used to though. The pure shock from the abominations of guards told Douja to take it slow.
"How you be?" He asked, winking at the first guard he saw. It seemed his slightly cocky attitude wasn't phased by the new siting though.

 As he found his way in the city, it occured to him that Undercity had thugs of it's own. Two Undead beings emerged from a shadow to his right, while looking at this he bumped into the other standing in front of him!
"Trolls have no place in this city." The first said to him.
"Are you lost?" replied the second.
"I hope so." Said the third "Or we'll have to show him who's city this is."
Douja was never one to be told where to go, but he was in unknown territory.
"Trouble not be what i'm looking for mon'. I just be moving on an...." Douja explained while stepping away.
"Oh we don't mind what your looking for, it's just we're what you've found. I'm Aegeus and these are friends of mine. Allow me to show you exactly what we do."

Douja was puzzled by the aggression of these, and before he had the chance to reply he was hit with a strike to the stomach; leaving him winded.
"Do you not understand troll? This is our place, so maybe it's time for you to leave!"
Strangely the shady Aegeus character began to walk away, but like a shot the other two held both of Douja's arms back. Holding him upright, Aegeus began to charge and when within an inch of Douja was dropped to the floor.

From the shadows Douja heard, "This is no ones city but Sylvannas...". The two brutes holding him let go and began to run while Aegeus gained conciousness and started to rise. Out stepped another Undead, but this time wearing a green tabard.
"Zylopfa" Muttered Aegeus. "We were just playing around, there's no need to..."
"Silence fool, I suggest you remove yourself from the quater before I inform Sylvannas of your actions." Zylopfa his name was, he seemed to put chills down Aegeus's spine.
"Ye.. Ye.. Yes Zy.. Zylopfa" Aegeus stuttered and began to run.

As he came past Douja, the troll stuck a sly foot out, tripping up the Forsaken being and followed him to the floor with his mace. He leant down next to him and whispered "Now we be even".

Zylopfa came over to Douja and saluted; recieving the same from Douja. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Zylopfa, King Zylopfa to some and i'm the head of Zylos Hand."

"How you be? I be Douja and Orgrimmar be ma home. Seems the natives not be so polite as you".

After a gentle laugh from both of them, Zylopfa looked into his bag and pulled out a tabard, identical to his own. "The green and yellow crown tabard represents a Zylos Hand member. It seems you need some guidence friend, join us in our fight!"

Douja looked to the floor, paused and looked back to Zylopfa. "You got yourself a deal mon'!" Taking the tabard and slipping it on.

"Follow me Douja, you have much to learn..."