Just as Deren was considering persuading Anveena to soak in the Sunwell at the Mage Tower every few days, he heard Tyrande ask, "Why does that Quel'dorei feel strangely familiar?"
Sylvanas asked oddly, "You don't recognize me?" She considered herself something of a celebrity in Theramore. How had this Night Elf failed to recognize her?
Deren hurriedly introduced her to Tyrande. "This is Sylvanas Windrunner, captain of Theramore's Ranger Guard. She is often busy with official duties, so it is normal that you have not met her."
He was about to introduce Tyrande when Queen Sylvanas raised a hand to stop him. "I know her. High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind of Moon Goddess Elune." As an important force in Theramore's defense, she naturally gathered intelligence in secret on all kinds of factions entering and leaving the city. She had an entire cabinet full of information on someone of Tyrande's standing.
"You know me?" Tyrande found that strange. This High Elf whom she had never met knew her information inside and out. It made her somewhat uncomfortable.
Then, as she repeatedly turned Sylvanas's name over in her mind, a chill rose up her back, as though the elf before her were a venomous snake. Her skin tightened, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead.
A fear she had never felt before rose from deep within her, followed by profound hatred—boundless hatred. Her teeth clenched, and hatred blazed from her eyes. She felt an urge to rush forward and beat Sylvanas viciously. She even wanted to shout Elune's name, begging the Moon Goddess to grant her strength so she could perish together with this hateful elf.
"Hey, Tyrande! Tyrande!" Deren watched Tyrande's face begin to twist, her eyes locked tightly onto Sylvanas and her fists clenched. She looked like a vengeful tigress about