The morning sunlight glints off the windswept dust in the Northern Barrens. A cloaked adventurer meanders off the gold road. He walks briskly, then stops every few yards to survey the area. He is looking for something, but it is not clear what.
Several specks appear in the sky in the distance. As the specks get closer, it becomes clear that the birds are in fact bats, large bats, and they have riders on their backs. The bats land near the adventurer, and their riders dismount. Warchief Sylvanas Windrunner leads her retinue over to the adventurer.
"Hail, Champion! The Horde calls upon you once again to save this world. The Old Gods are rising in the South and we need all the forces we can must--"
"I told you, Warchief. I've given that life up. I'm just a regular adventurer doing regular adventurer tasks like searching for Mankrik's second wife. You have the entire Horde at your disposal. Surely you can let this one veteran walk away."
"Did Saurfang walk away after he lost his son? Did Vol'jin or Cairne get to walk away? You are the Light of Dawn, the Liberator of Orgirmmar, the Legend of Pandaria, Defiler's End, Vengeance Incarnate, and Zookeeper. The Horde needs you now more than ever. Azeroth needs you. And you would forsake that to search for some floozy who got too drunk at last year's Brewfest?"
The adventurer sighed a heavy sigh. Squaring his shoulders, he pulled his weapon off his back and stared at it for a long, silent moment. "Just when I thought I was out..."