They headed north across the flat terrain of Nagrand, where the green grass brought a fresh, pleasant breeze. This was probably the region with the best environment in all of Outland.
After passing the Trial Arena and reaching a crossroads, the scouts Mathis had sent out caught a party of adventurers. The party's numbers seemed off; they were probably among the first adventurers from Azeroth to reach Nagrand.
"Noble elves, we mean no harm. We only came here to find game that suits our tastes." The old dwarf leading them wore an apologetic smile, his expression friendly.
Patrick looked at the rather peculiar party. It consisted of Tauren, dwarves, and humans, with no regard whatsoever for faction allegiance.
"What is your name?" Patrick looked over the hunting party, a sudden sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
"Esteemed elven Regent, I am Hemet Nesingwary. My hunting team is the finest in all of Azeroth. We came to Outland after the Dark Portal opened, hoping to hunt some new game on these grasslands." Old Nesingwary struggled to squeeze a smile onto his bearded face.
"Hunting here? Or rather, how did you recognize me?" Patrick glanced at the distant scenery. Nagrand did indeed have quite a few rare animals unique to Outland, and clefthooves and windrocs were certainly among Nesingwary's targets.
"I guessed, but I was quite certain. When I saw your crimson robes with their gold trim, and the golden phoenix spreading its wings against a blood-red background, I guessed that you were the Regent of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. Might I ask what important business brings the esteemed elven Regent to Nagrand? Perhaps I could help."
It had to be said that this dwarf named Nesingwary did have a discerning eye. Years of adventuring had made the old dwarf knowledgeable