Chief Ranger Nari had never seen construction proceed so quickly. When she heard from Velen that the Alliance would be stationed at Fallen Moon, curiosity drove her to visit in person. Before the war with the Iron Horde began, she wanted to get to know her allies better.
Yet what she saw was not a small outpost made of tents or wooden huts, but an entire fortress. It far exceeded her expectations. The barracks and command center were especially conspicuous. The reinforcements from another world looked like people who got things done. She had a feeling they could win this war. As if celebrating in advance, she headed toward the liveliest place in the fortress: a two-story building, with the scent of alcohol drifting from its narrow entrance. Some called it a "tavern." Nari had no impression of such a place.
"Ma'am, come on in. There are empty seats."
A Dwarf greeted her, though his clumsy Draenei sounded strange.
"Is some kind of event being held here?"
The Dwarf waiter shook his head, making the braided beard on his chin sway.
"No. These lads are ready to fight at any time. Before that, they need a drink. Alcohol gives you courage, doesn't it?"
Nari was still somewhat puzzled. She smiled slowly and followed the Dwarf to a seat in the corner of the tavern. She ordered a cup of Morning Light Wine. After taking a sip, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of comfort, a feeling of safety and relaxation.
Something unusual happened after her third sip. It was not instantaneous, but the tavern's clamor vanished quickly. The lively atmosphere plummeted, and even the temperature dropped, as though she had fallen into an ice cellar. Nari sensed the anomaly but did not turn around. At the edge of her vision,