A small oceangoing warship lay moored at the edge of the forest.
Standing in the shallows, Talanji looked northeast and saw many towering elven spires.
Talanji took a map from her pack to determine their location.
"If this map is accurate, the elven town ahead is Windrunner Village," Talanji said, pointing toward the nearby Elf Sanctum.
Zul handed Talanji a cloak, jumped off the warship, and scattered black mist over it to conceal its position.
"Zul'jin's envoy contacted my informant during the Second Orcs War. There is nothing wrong with this map."
With that reassurance, Talanji followed Zul deeper into Eversong Woods.
Skirmishes continued in the southern Crimson Forest, now known as the Ghostlands. The war between the forest trolls and Quel'Thalas had not died down with the end of the Orcs War.
Hatred accumulated over thousands of years required blood to vent the fury of both peoples.
Traveling east from Windrunner Village, Talanji and Zul had the opportunity to witness the war between elves and trolls.
Hundreds of female elven rangers stood arrayed around the towering magical sanctum.
Looking from afar, Talanji saw the rangers' tight-fitting outfits and shapely figures... No, I was looking at the wrong thing. She hurriedly shook her head, clearing the tangled thoughts from her mind, and focused on their weapons and equipment.
Each ranger held an exquisite, ornate longbow, with a long dagger sheath strapped to her thigh and a quiver slung across her back.
The commander of the Ranger Corps was addressing her troops.
From Talanji's perspective, this beautiful Ranger Corps commander was dressed relatively plainly. By the aesthetic standards of troll society, the Ranger Corps leader looked no different from the other ranger soldiers.
By human standards, however, this Ranger-General was a different matter altogether.
Her eyes were bright and as sharp