Sylvanas arrived much sooner than anyone had expected.
The Ranger-General raced across Krokuun on a Fel Hound provided by the Illidari. Of course, she had not forgotten her disguise: a special camouflage suit developed by the Steamwheedle Cartel, supposedly equipped with a special optical camouflage effect. Once she put it on, as long as no one got particularly close, other demons would see nothing but an utterly unremarkable Felguard.
Er, it was worth mentioning that they had reportedly also developed a camouflage suit for multiple users. Three people had to wear it together, allowing them to disguise themselves as a "100% authentic Pit Lord-even Kil'jaeden can't see through it"... However, that thing had ultimately been scrapped.
Following the special markers the Warden women had placed outside Base 3, Sylvanas took almost no detours and charged straight into the Wardens' temporary encampment. It was an area shrouded by the Wardens' arcane secrets, which, like optical invisibility, "carved" that patch of ground out of the demons' sight.
Before the Fel Hound could stop, Sylvanas, dressed in a black hunting outfit with the Windrunner War Bow on her back, leaped off. She casually tossed its reins to Naisha, then strode toward Maiev, who sat beside the campfire, and Hatuun, who sat on the other side.
"Maiev, I'm here. Where are they?"
Sylvanas asked with her usual expression, but her tightly clenched fists still betrayed her unease. Maiev, who was eating with a frown, pointed at the meditating Hatuun, then buried her head again in the "canned fruit" made by the elves of Quel'Thalas.
Packed in specially made disposable storage crystals, this stuff could stay fresh for a long time. But to achieve that effect, they had added enormous amounts of sugar, making life miserable for the Night Elves, who valued a natural way