Tauren warrior, a Blood Elf priest and a Forsaken warlock are captured by the Alliance during a raid. All are sentenced to the “march of death.” They are taken to Tanaris, striped down to a lion cloth and told that they must make their way across the desert to Gadgetzan. If they die, so be it, if they lived, the ordeal of the trek would be their punishment. As a last request, each is given a choice of one food item to carry. “I’ll take a watermelon” says the Tauren, “I can drink it’s juices and then eat it to sustain me through the journey.” “I’ll take a coconut,” scoffs the Blood Elf, “It’s lighter than a watermelon and will sustain me just the same.” The Forsaken looks for a moment at the other two and then turns to the guards and says: “Can I have just a fork”