The Sun Sanctum.
Ever since the Amani Trolls' offensive had been repelled five months earlier, the sanctum had enjoyed several months of peace.
The elves and trolls had signed a ceasefire agreement with tacit mutual understanding, and the Amani Trolls had begun farming their own lands to recuperate.
The High Elves rebuilt Ban'ledor and erected arcane barriers in preparation for the next war.
Sylvanas headed to the camp early that morning, ready to hand over garrison duties to Halduron Brightwing of the Farstriders' camp.
"Where's Lor'themar? Why haven't I seen him for days again?"
Her assistant, Twis, answered, "General Lor'themar has been out on patrol. He's been gone for a week."
"Damn it, he hasn't sent back a single report this whole week?" Sylvanas frowned.
Twis said awkwardly, "General Lor'themar has always followed the principle that there's no need to report unless there's danger. It also reduces the scouts' workload."
The ranger commanders each enjoyed a high degree of autonomy, and Sylvanas could not be bothered to argue with Lor'themar. He was a capable fighter, and the odds of him being captured by trolls were virtually zero.
"Contact him and tell him I'm preparing to return to Silvermoon City." Sylvanas turned toward the sanctum and waved in greeting to a young man with pale yellow hair.
Halduron Brightwing was about Sylvanas's age, which placed him among the younger generation in elven society.
The Farstriders' families held little standing in Silvermoon City and were often treated unfairly by the city's nobles, but Halduron always wore a friendly smile. Whatever he faced, he never grew rash or impatient.
With an impeccable temperament, handsome looks, and military achievements to his name, Halduron Brightwing had gradually become the rising hope of the Farstriders' families. He had played a major role in their return to