Quel'Thalas—Sunlight Glade.
Sylvanas stood at the forest's edge, bow in hand, gazing at the battlefield where the fighting had just ceased. Before her lay a vast expanse of Orc corpses, their numbers beyond sight.
Reflecting on the great battle that had just occurred, Sylvanas also felt a shiver of fear. She had led 500 Rangers and some Adventurers against an Orc army of five thousand. She had been prepared to die in battle, yet, to her surprise, faced with an enemy ten times their number, they had won—a delightful upset.
She turned around for a glance but unconsciously overlooked the seething masses of Adventurers that stretched as far as the eye could see, her gaze focusing only on the scattered ranks of her fellow Rangers.
Sylvanas vaguely felt that something was amiss, yet couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Cries echoed from the crowd in the distance.
Queen's Hound (Druid): "My lady, when do we attack? Just lead the charge, and we'll surely follow!"