WORLDS COLLIDE 8.5
Huauau approached the gnomes frolicking in the grass. When they saw him, they stood up, and some of them went into the undergrowth.
"Friends, were you able to finish what you were asked to do?"
"Yes, but we still don't understand why?"
Jhuauau silenced him by placing a finger on his lips.
"It is not your job to understand. Remember, these are Scourge's orders."
The gnomes that had separated returned with the object in question: a wooden bridge that, though nothing more than several logs tied together, would suffice. They were at the point on the wall where the moat narrowed most, halfway between the two armies besieging the entrances. The gnomes laid the bridge, some of them getting wet in the process.