Commissioned art from  Cunningfox

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When the call for heroes rang out to trek to Draenor - alternate Draenor? - to push back the Iron Horde, Ebon did not answer. The squabbling of the Horde and Alliance put on hold to push back yet another squabbling faction on the opposite side of Azeroth was not her concern - hers was with her tribe. But, when word came back that her Seer, Chazori, had snuck through that bizarre portal, Ebon could not remain behind while her closest friend was in certain danger.

The trip to this new Draenor was ... jarring. She had not expected such frigid climates to greet her, and keeping the battle armor she had worn to breach into that odd world was beyond ill equipped. No, she would need to search for pelts and furs to winterize her equipment - it wouldn't be the first time.