Felltree Marsh alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them

the wind shifted and carried with it the scent of a stranger who appeared to be close by. the sojourn young thing lifted his crown upward and peered through the dismal landscape until his sights latched tightly to the figure in the distance. for a long moment, he did not move. illidan was not certain that this stranger didn't belong to the group on the cliffs. though he had not scented a trace of those brutes, he knew that he should not allow his guard to fall.

after much deliberation, the wounded ghost of a young man took a few hesitant steps toward the stranger. his head was drawn upward and his hawkish gaze peered at her for any signs of hostility. she appeared as though she was just as guarded as he was. this might have been a good sign, but not enough for him to drop his defenses. the world had not shown itself to be kind to him.

“who goes there?” the haunted thing called out to her in a ragged voice. a name would not have given him much, but he figured it was the best place to start.