How about a rogue instead?

You wake up from your dream, relieved that you were never actually in the presence of the Warchief. For a rogue like you, that thrives on the shadows and on obscurity, such a thing could be fatal for business.

You are lean for an orc, and while you would still be considered bulky compared to those twig humans, your mass is entirely built of muscle. Your skin is a dark green, with just a tinge of blue in it, and your head is shaved, so that you leave no evidence behind at the scene of your crimes.

Currently, you stand hidden in the shadows underneath the ramparts separating the Barrens from the forest of Ashenvale. Where should your activities for the day begin?