So long after leaving, Stormwind seemed very foreign compared to Outland, with its high, white walls and orderly construction. The sheer amount of green felt like it would blind Sigmar’s eyes, and seeing so many people in high spirits was odd. In all, Sigmar felt rather out of place in his adopted city. Despite the alien feel that Stormwind projected, the sight of the Keep, the bustling activity, and the smell of street-side food vendors brought memories to Sigmar, some new, some old. He was home. …memories of Lordaeron, and memories of his birthplace, Elwynn Forest… * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *