(HIIIIIIIIII!) the hunter stumbled from the mages portal, looking around, this was not Stormwind, not by a long shot. This was the last time she trusted a dwarf to send her anywhere. hearing noise behind her, she spun quickly and came almost nose to nose with a tall strange skinned woman. Back peddeling as fast as she could, the pandarian reached for her bow more as an instinct than an aggressive move. Her words stumbled almost as much as her legs as she managed to speak. "where..where am I?"
Had it not been for the smell of the Alliance that coated the pandaren’s fur, Sylvanas would have been less cautious as it approached her. She had spent enough time in pandaren company to begrudgingly accept the folk, even if only as a joke more than anything else. When the creature reached for its bow she followed suit, an arrow pointed at its chest before it even had the chance to speak.
❝ You are in the Undercity, specifically the Magic Quarter. What brings such a useless creature into my presence? ❞