I'm in Arathi Higlands and Driva is very, very scared. I feel smaller than when I was a little pup! Evil things prowls the grass, huge monsters and magical creatures that can wipe out poor little me with a single blow. Scared so scared! The ways are patrolled by armoured guards on horses, but they don't help poor Driva when she asks, they laugh at her. Laugh at me!

Oh, what am I to do? Itty-bitty Driva can't stand the horror! I move as fast as I dare towards Hillsbrad Foothills and hope to find shelter.