From a hill he watched at Ironstone. The famous human city. Spawning one of the best warriors the world could offer. He was tempted to test his blade against some of them. But he was Ent'Huïn, and therefor not allowed to leave the Thorned Enclave for anything else than a mission. He still remembered how the Enclave looked. Dark, with tall trees blocking out the sun and a wall of thorned bushes surrounding it. Not to keep others out, but to keep the Ent'Huïn inside. It was Saren's first time to leave the Elven forest. The human king has called for every abled body within the Alliance. Of course the elves would not want to send someone important. Nor someone who wasn't capable, as that might be seen as an insult. So they sent Saren, no-one they'll ever feel sorry for if he dies. "Looks like we gotta go." he told himself, to no-one in particular.