Warcraft Feet
Sylvanas Windrunner
Chapter 1
by 
Fenrir
In what appears to be a run-down shanty, you wake up in a pile of hay. Sunbeams peer in through the gaps of the wooden walls, as you rise to your feet and stumble off to the make-shift bathroom in the corner of the building. You rub your eyes as you center your gaze on the buffed piece of sheet metal acting as your mirror.
You carefully inspect your face.