A soft, cool breeze blew through the upper branches of the mighty oak trees of the Hearthglen Woods.
A peaceful quiet had fallen over the tranquil forest, leaving Tirion Fordring alone with his thoughts. His
gray stallion, Mirador, trotted at an easy pace along the winding hunting path. Though game had been
strangely scarce for the past few weeks, Tirion came to hunt here whenever the opportunity presented
itself.