You step through the magical portal leading to Stormwind City, feeling a familiar rush of arcane energy. The moment you arrive, something feels off. A company of Stormwind guards surrounds you, their spears pointed in your direction.
"You're under arrest, on suspicion of espionage," barks the leading guard.
"You've got the wrong person!" you protest, but your words fall on deaf ears. The guards haul you away, shackling you and taking you to the Stockades. A hero reduced to a criminal.
As you sit in your dark cell, you hear a soft rustling outside. Then she walks in, Jaina Proudmoore herself, her powerful aura filling the dank room. She pulls a chair and takes a seat.
"I don't know who you are, but I swear I'm not a spy" you say, trying to keep the desperation out of your voice.
"You all say that at first" she replies, her icy gaze unwavering. "but I have my ways of making you talk..."
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