He had heard the rumours about an explorer called Brann or something like that. at first he had dismissed them for what they were, mere rumours. but the rumours had kept comming and even grown stronger. This Brann guy turned out to be a revered Dwarven explorer. It was also rumoured that he had gone missing while on a journey to the dead continent of Northrend.
Coljun smiled, he pulled the book from his bag, sending a chunk of mithril flying down to the crouded streets of Orgrimmar. "For da lucky finder" he thought as peered down from the roof of the inn.
He turned his attention back to the book and smiled again, "finally it be mine" he said to himself. He had finally got his hands on one of Branns fabled journals. There were not many people within or without the Horde who possesed one of them. thus it hadn't been easy to get one.
He sat back and started reading, the Dwarf had written about a journey through Westfall, about the strong pressence of Defias bandits and the terrifying harvest golems.
"This be great stuff" he thought after he had finished reading. I 'ave to get more of these things", Coljun thought. "maybe I should start writing ma own journals and stories" He thought before he fell asleep.