Reasons to Ride the Waves

"This is Guardian Medivh's Mage Tower?! I never expected it to be in such a state of ruin—"

Hearing the Druid behind him exclaim, the half-orc turned around in surprise. "Even the Night Elves living in Kalimdor know about Medivh?"

"Ahem. Actually, if I hadn't met my teacher, I think I might have pursued the secrets of the Arcane. After all, that faintly blue, crystalline, mysterious Arcane energy is the only thing that can rival the vibrant, emerald-green energy of nature."

The half-orc raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't expected there to be such an oddball among the Night Elves. But then again, maybe it was because people like this existed that Illidan could uncover secrets from within Night Elf society.

Whatever he thought, the half-orc didn't stop walking. He headed straight for the top of the Mage Tower. At first, a few people tried to block his way, but the members of the Sharp Stone Society stopped every one of them.

"You didn't say you were coming!"

The five of them reached the top floor of the Mage Tower. There, a half-orc woman whose beauty made even Valera feel inferior was watching them. Her mixed heritage was even more pronounced than that of the half-orc standing before the Ghost Wolf team. She wasn't even particularly muscular, and the lines of her face lacked the ruggedness of an orc's; instead, they were exceptionally soft. If not for the two sharp tusks jutting from her lower lip, she could easily have been mistaken for a human woman.

Though her skin was green, it did nothing to diminish her beauty. If anything, it gave her an added air of wildness and mystery.

"Garona, I want to get into Stormwind City. Is there a way?"

"Wha—? She—she's Garona?! The Great Chieftain's beloved?!