Vol'jin

Tatsel had not expected her journey to be delayed for so long. After arriving in Pandaria, it took nearly twenty days to resolve the trouble at the Terrace of the Endless Spring.

She had befriended a group of Pandaren and helped them drive back the Mantis Demons. The good news was that her efforts had not been in vain. She was told that Nathanos was at a place called the Temple of the White Tiger, and that a Pandaren was willing to accompany her to find The Witherer.

"This place reminds me of Borean Tundra." The Fleet Commander surveyed the land beneath her feet. As her gaze traveled onward, she spotted Sunpeak. "Li, does Pandaria have places this desolate too?"

The Pandaren behind her, who had been sampling food from roadside stalls, walked over. His name was Chu Li, and Tatsel had met him at the Shrine of the August Celestials.

"This place is not really desolate. Quite a bit of land can be farmed and used for grazing."

"Is that so? That kind of life really is worth longing for." Tatsel curled her lip, then turned to look at the soldiers who had come with her. Most of them were lined up to buy Hozen specialties. Tatsel did not remember issuing an order to rest, but she did not fly into a rage over it. Even she wanted to sit down for a while before finding Nathanos.

Just as she was about to do so, the scout she had sent ahead came running across the muddy ground. The expression on his face already told his commander that something was wrong.

"Commander!"

"What happened?"

The scout pointed in one direction. "A Troll..."

Before he could finish, Chu Li interrupted him. "A Troll? I heard there had been sightings of Zandalari