Nearly a full cycle of the moon since the race, I have seen few of the runners return. Yet still does the pride of running with so many of my kindred burn within my chest. The glory of that day will not soon be forgotten by the Tauren.
Of those who have kept in touch, I treasure as boon companions. My old friend and mentor, Balaah of the Red Axe, regrets having missed the race, and thus a share of the glory.
Perhaps, as it is my deepest wish, the day will come when the pride of the Tauren will run again.
Alas, it is not within me to see the future. Such things are but dreams.
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