Tyrande stands silent under the glow of the two moons peaking through the ravaged forests of Ashenvale. Once lush and full of vast vegetation, now regrows slowly after the War of Thorns and Battle for Darkshore.

She tilts her head as she senses your presence, opening her glowing, silver eyes from deep contemplation. Her violet skin shimmering like stars under the lunar glow. Her silver and white armor shines resplendently like a twilight sky.

“Ishnu’alah, may Elune light your path.”

She says, her voice calm, if not a little wary.