Dyerwolf casually made his way through the streets of Silvermoon City towards the seat of the capitol, the Sunfury Spire. As he climbed the stairs from Farstrider Square to the Court of the Sun he marveled at the sheer majesty of the ivory walls with inlaid gold patterns and molding. He had grown up around them his entire life and yet they still inspired him. No other city on his world, not even the magical city of Dalaran, came close in its breathtaking appearance.

Orgrimmar was a dump in comparison. The capital city of the Horde was nothing more than a giant stone wall guarding several structures of dull rock and wood buried in the crack of a canyon. Why the Orcs, who had come from a lush green landscape similar to Eversong Woods, had ever chosen such a barren dusty wasteland for a home was beyond him. The only reason must have been that there was no where else for them to go.

Orgrimmar was still several hours away and he still needed to get to the Orb of Translocation. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his pet wolf, Bait, was following him and started making his way across the Court of the Sun.

He could see the top of the Sunfury Spire above the amber and crimson trees surrounding the majestic waterfall fountain located in the center of the court. The Gold tipped towers glimmered against the blue sky and the red banners that draped to the nearby towers of the city swayed gently in wind.

He climbed the stairs around the fountain finally arriving at the long red carpeted ramp that led into the spire itself. he was about to walk up the ramp when he was nearly run over by Trayanise Sunshryke as she chased a tiny arcane construct past the ramp.