Narration: As Warchief of the Horde, Sylvanas Windrunner never tires in her duty to protect her people and strengthen their position in Azeroth. Though her undead body no longer feels fatigue, she knows the value of keeping her combat skills honed. And so the Banshee Queen has ventured from Orgrimmar into the Barrens on a hunting expedition, stalking the centaur warbands and quilboar raiders that threaten Horde caravans along the major trade routes.

Sylvanas moves with preternatural grace through the arid landscape, her cloak and hair billowing behind her lithe frame. When she comes upon a pack of brutish centaur, she draws back the string of her sinister longbow, taking aim with calm precision. Her first arrow catches one of the quadrupedal creatures in its throat before it even detects her presence. Two more arrows follow in quick succession, felling a pair of centaur archers. By the time the warband raises a clamorous alarm, over half their number lay dead or dying from Sylvanas' lethal barrage. Those centaur who charge heedlessly towards her meet their end impaled on her gleaming ranger blade as she cuts them down with elegant, whirling strikes. Their hooves kick up clouds of red dust as they collapse under the Banshee Queen's onslaught.

With the centaur decimated, Sylvanas gathers up any useful supplies from the bodies before moving on. As dusk approaches, she turns her attention to hunting the quilboar. These fierce, tusked creatures pose a challenge even for Sylvanas' skills, able to soak up multiple arrows before falling. But the Dark Lady of the Forsaken patiently tracks the quilboar to their den, slaying them methodically even as they snort and squeal in rage, trying in vain to gore her with their tusks. She evades their charges with ghostly speed, the quilboars' thick hides proving little protection against her wicked barbed arrows and rune-etched blades.

The night has fallen by the time Sylvanas stands victoriously atop a mound of quilboar corpses. But even the tireless undead need to replenish their weapons and take shelter from time to time. Spying the flicker of firelight in the distance, Sylvanas makes her way towards its source. She comes upon a small hut, humble but well-made, and peers inside to see a young Tauren seated by the fire. Though initially startled by the armored blood elf's sudden appearance, the bull-headed humanoid recognizes Sylvanas as Warchief and welcomes her to take refuge in his home.