The Storm Approaches

Ranger-Captain Elisia had been waiting at Shado-Pan Garrison for quite some time. Acting on Sylvanas's orders, she was to meet with the Alliance representative here. Sylvanas had said it was the Regent Lord's decision.

Yet the appointed time had long passed, and there was still no sign of the other party.

The Pandaren monks in the camp were all silent, making no sound even as they walked. Even when Elisia had arrived, she had merely exchanged brief greetings with them and not spoken another word since. The atmosphere was therefore somewhat grave.

Before long, a piercing hippogryph cry shattered the silence. The monks reacted swiftly; upon hearing the unusual commotion, they all took up their weapons, and some had already aimed their bows and crossbows at the sky.

The rider landed on her hippogryph and said in the clearest, most pleasant voice, "Relax, Pandaren friends. I am not a Mantis Demon."

The newcomer was also an Elf, but Elisia's face turned deathly pale the moment she saw her.

"You..." Her eyes widened as she pointed at Sylvanas, unable to form a complete sentence.

The Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant had changed back into her own clothes, flicking the hair from her shoulder behind her with a dashing motion.

"I am Sylvanas now, Captain. There is no need to be so surprised."

"Does Lord Lor'themar know?" Elisia asked worriedly. Lor'themar was now the only one still in Krasarang Wilds. If Grommash discovered that Alleria, whom Sylvanas had been impersonating, was gone, he would certainly demand an explanation from Lor'themar.

"Of course he does not. I slipped out."

"How can you do that..."

Sylvanas smiled. "Lor'themar was once my soldier as well. I trust that he can handle unexpected situations. You need not worry about him." She looked around again. "Where is