Sylvanas sat on the hard stone chair, watching Senxia whisper to the somewhat mentally unstable Tauren before her. She did not care what sort of guide this bloodstained pirate had arranged for her. As her gaze swept over the insignia in her hand, her resolve hardened once more. She would find her, find the elder sister she had thought dead more than twenty years ago.
Alleria Windrunner, the eldest daughter of the Windrunner family, had been one of the five heroes at the end of the Orcish War. After the orc allied army was finally routed in the Burning Steppes, the five heroes had led fearless champions into Broken Draenor to close the Dark Portal. When that gate closed, they had effectively given up their own lives and existence.
But the terrible news had not ended there. After a great battle between Alleria's husband, the human champion Turalyon, and the orc Death Knight Teron Gorefiend, Turalyon had vanished into the Twisting Nether. Alleria had ventured deep within to search for her husband, only for her figure to be swallowed by the Twisting Nether as well. Nothing had been heard from her since.
Alleria's deeds were widely celebrated throughout Quel'Thalas. Even the previous Sun King had called her the "Steel Flower of Quel'Thalas." But Sylvanas did not care how great her sister's achievements were, or even what her sacrifice meant to the world. From the day she received the terrible news of her sister's disappearance, she had been waiting for that girl to come home-the girl who had always been so gentle with her, who had raised her and Vereesa like a mother.
Just as she had after countless missions before, she would bring back local snacks and handicrafts, push open the doors of the Windrunner Estate with a tired smile,