Moonglade was the headquarters of the Druid organization, the Cenarion Circle, in Kalimdor. Nestled between Mount Hyjal, Felwood, and Darkshore, it was completely covered in lush forest. Trees so tall their tops were out of sight grew everywhere, and there was a beautiful Moon Goddess Lake, with a cluster of dens along its shore.
Of course, these dens were not lairs where wild beasts rested in the traditional sense, but places where Druids entered slumber. These walkers of nature could enter the Emerald Dream through sleep and contemplate the ways of nature in that perfect natural realm.
When Dick, Princess Caliea, and their entourage passed through the emerald-green Portal and stepped onto the soil of Moonglade, everyone who had entered the Emerald Dream could not help exclaiming in surprise. The surroundings here were practically identical to the Emerald Dream.
It was just as quiet and peaceful, just as mysterious and green. Though Sentinels and Druids were locked in mortal combat with the remaining Demons in Felwood, only a mountain away, that did not disturb Moonglade's tranquility in the slightest.
"Welcome to Moonglade, esteemed human ruler!"
A Night Elf Druid waited nearby for the party from Theramore. He wore emerald-green robes, had white hair and white eyes, and held a distinctive Thornstaff. Green flowers constantly bloomed and withered on the staff, symbolizing the life and propagation of all things, and a gentle smile rested on his face. Princess Caliea stepped forward with perfect decorum and bowed slightly to the elderly Druid.
"Good day, Mr. Naralex! It has been a year since I last saw you. How have you been?"
Yes, the man before them was none other than an Archdruid, one of the leaders of the Cenarion Circle and the leader of the Druids of the Fang, who mainly operated in