There is no mistaking it. You're in Orgrimmar. You're also an inch tall.
The city was a bit more active since the downfall of Garrosh, the races of the Horde all within one city once more. This did not bode well for your little human self.
The night had fallen it would seem, the lot of the Horde mostly asleep or gone elsewhere, but it was clear that the city was still very much alive, stamping feet, boots, and other forms of motion all around your little self. It looked like nobody was looking down at the ground, keeping you without being seen. Whether that meant you were safer was a question of its own.
You need to find shelter and have a few options. You don't remember Orgrimmar very well, but you know the general outline.
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