Horizon Ridge You walk around this town like it’s holy land,

The man was feeling older than he lookd and older than he should. The injuries that litteres his muscles could well be taking theor toll now and making him into the grumpy, stoic bastard he was. Or peraos it was more pressing.
Illidan.

His friend who he'd felt he could trust. That they were evenly matched.
He distantly heard he was chased out by the man, Verx. One seemingly from a former rival that the sea witch's son had entrusted. He should have risen up sooner but feared that Grezig or her brood would be severely harmed in repercussions.
For a man to do that meant a man held evil.
Derg was no stranger to evil.

He'd constantly swept the borders, straying just beyond them in great sweeps to find him. If he was injured and curled up close by because he could run no more.
His searches ailed nothing.

He knew everything was long washed and the only way to find him now would be to venture far into the wilderness and call for him, search high and low.
Derg would if given the chance to leave with the promise his relatives would not come to harm. He doubted they would -- Grezig was a worthy opponent -- but he couldn't help worrying.
Raleska's form trudged in from her last scouting trip. He knew she'd yield nothing.

He trotted to meet her with a face resembling the grave. He knew she worried about her Mother too. He would, perhaps. If he knew her better.
"He may be with her now, looking after each other." He knew she'd know he spoke of Illidan and Caiaphas. He could only offer his support and counsel. For now at least.
He willed his own pains and misgivings from his eyes to try and ignite strength in her.
Young, yet has seen the harshness of the world already.