The Orc Chieftain looked in the direction he indicated. In the distance, a small squad was running toward them, its white frost wolves and brightly colored hawkstriders standing out clearly.
The Orc Chieftain mounted his wolf and selected ten elite Wolf Riders to ride out with him.
The two groups stopped at the same time, a bowshot apart.
"Are you the leader of these Wolf Riders?" Sylvanas asked the Orc Chieftain.
"Yes! Who are you?" the Orc Chieftain asked.
"Sylvanas Windrunner, vanguard commander of the Quel'Thalas Expeditionary Army Corps. Beside me is the lord of Quel'Danil City," Sylvanas said, pointing to Yu Lin Bloodhawk.
"What are you here for?" the Orc Chieftain asked.
"Nothing in particular! We just came to see how you were doing. Welcome to Azeroth!" Sylvanas said with a smile. "As your hosts, it would be terribly rude not to come out and entertain guests from afar."
"Your hospitality has been excellent!" the Orc Chieftain sneered. "We're doing very well!"
Sylvanas looked toward the distant crowd of orcs behind him, but they were too far away to make out clearly. Even with the elves' excellent eyesight, she could see only indistinct silhouettes.
"Are you from the Shattered Hand Clan?" Sylvanas asked.
"You know about us?" the Orc Chieftain asked in surprise.
"I've heard of you!" Sylvanas said with a smile. "I heard your people were quite formidable, so I came especially to have a look."
"Now you've had your look," the Orc Chieftain sneered. "Is there anything else?"
"Oh, yes. There is one little matter we need to explain to our guests, to avoid any future misunderstandings," Sylvanas said with a smile. "You may be our guests, but we do have our rules, and we hope you'll observe them."
"What rules?" the Orc Chieftain sneered.
"We tried