The time-worn Troll mopped her wrinkled brow as she slurped down the carp connsume the Pandaren had given her.
"Shadovar. It's been a long time since I thought of that name." She wondered if it was the Shadovar she'd known long ago, or a coincidence.
She felt his presence. Her back involuntarily spasmed at the memory of his blades. And she was right, he was near. But no blades came. Instead, he was kicking, jabbing and leg sweeping. He was definitely a strong fighter.
If not a mere coincidence of name, then her old nemesis had been transformed. Either option troubled her.