| rdfs:comment | - While the Horde generals and highranking leaders were decorating war heroes and patting themselves on the back after the war with the Burning Legion, Thrall's foot soldiers were celebrating their own hero: a goblin known only as Miss P. She was old, crotchety, and smoked a pipe. She also drove the Horde’s Army Supply Cart, a massive, rumbling behemoth of a wagon. While other factions of the Horde — not to mention the Alliance — had to fight on dried meat, cereals and whatever they could catch while traveling, Miss P. kept Thrall’s troops fed very well.
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| abstract | - While the Horde generals and highranking leaders were decorating war heroes and patting themselves on the back after the war with the Burning Legion, Thrall's foot soldiers were celebrating their own hero: a goblin known only as Miss P. She was old, crotchety, and smoked a pipe. She also drove the Horde’s Army Supply Cart, a massive, rumbling behemoth of a wagon. While other factions of the Horde — not to mention the Alliance — had to fight on dried meat, cereals and whatever they could catch while traveling, Miss P. kept Thrall’s troops fed very well. Although she let no one but Thrall on her cart (he insisted on seeing why she was the best goblin for the job), the Horde soon figured that she had more than food supplies on the cart. Her stews had chunks of fresh meat, and her underlings hunted only every week or so. Miss P. had outfitted the inside of her supply cart with a large refrigeration unit and a phlogiston-powered stove. Shelves line the walls of the cart, making ample room for supplies.
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