“Warchief!” The voice was female, at once both musical and cold.

Sylvanas Windrunner, former high elf ranger-general and now the leader of the Forsaken, rose and gazed at Garrosh with intense glowing eyes. “The Alliance may indeed not send reinforcements. Not at once, at least. They will turn and vent their wrath instead upon those of us in the Eastern Kingdoms–my people and the sin'dorei.”

She looked at Lor'themar almost imploringly. The blood elf leader’s face remained impassive. “Varian will march on my borders and destroy us!” The comment was addressed to Garrosh, but she continued to stare at Lor'themar. Baine felt for her; she was hoping for support from one who might reasonably be expected to give it, and finding none.

– Christie Golden, Tides of War