Draenor—Frostfire Ridge:
"Go'el, it's time to go."
A familiar yet somehow strange voice awakened Thrall from his sleep. Thrall opened his eyes, surprised to find himself lying inside a tent on a wolf pelt.
A commotion came from outside, and Thrall looked out of the tent to see the Frostwolf Clan members busy packing their supplies and preparing for the great migration.
The one calling him was his childhood friend, Ga'nar, who was also assigned by his father as his guard, though Thrall recalled that Ga'nar had died in the battle of the icy plains.
He quickly remembered what time this was.
Looking down, sure enough, he found himself in the form of a child.
The Dark Portal was about to open, and the Warchief, Blackhand, had sent messengers demanding all clans join this grand expedition to a distant planet to conquer new lands.
Draenor—this dying planet, tainted by Fel, was to be completely abandoned.
