[Original] Undead - Overture (6) 1

This day, Mana got up early as usual. She liked to spend a lot of time in the morning giving thanks to the Holy Light, expressing her gratitude for its blessings every day, which made her feel immensely powerful... Today she also had a task to complete and had to make the most of her time because Druids were always punctual elders; she couldn't keep him waiting. Yesterday, the Druid from the Cenarion Circle came to Fearless Fortress and made a request to the Fearless Expeditionary Force. That Druid was an old acquaintance. Back in Silithus, when fighting the Qiraji, Mana had fought alongside him. Now he had come to the Borean Tundra with Archdruid Lasso-Rus to establish the Cenarion Circle—he was the Druid Sky-Wind. Mana rarely saw him in such a disheveled state; his hair was messy, his face covered in dust, with some moss stuck on... and he seemed a bit flustered, recounting to General Aros what had happened to him at Warsong Fortress... "Garrosh went too far! Even though he couldn't send anyone, he still shouldn't have had the guards throw me out! I was representing the Cenarion Council in asking for his aid! This is an outright humiliation!" General Aros said, "Respected Druid, Garrosh is only the leader of those savage tribes. Talking to him about etiquette is as difficult as teaching murlocs to farm. Our alliance will teach them a lesson sooner or later. As for your request, we are willing to assist because the Cenarion Council is an important ally and Mr. Sky is also an old friend of ours..." "Captain Mana, please lead your subordinates to help the Cenarion Circle deal with those Scourge plague cauldrons..." "At your command!"