And some more... Did anyone get to have a look at the start of my novel?
"Well that's easily settled." The man allowed a smile to cross his features. "I mean to ask her, I'm sure you won't presume to speak for her." The man pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. "I'll wait for her to come back."
"You're annoyingly persistent." Kalvor noted as he continued to feed his nephew. "Why do you think that either of us will drop everything and rush to deal with Arthas." He finished feeding Salantir and reached for his own plate of food.
"Because you know he needs to be dealt with," The man replied quickly. "Arthas needs to die, you know that better than anyone." With a click of annoyance he stared around the bar. "Do you think we can handle Arthas and Deathwing at the same time?" A tut of exasperation escaped his lips and he continued. "Leaving aside all the petty warfare that exists between all the other races, it's still a dangerous world out there." He nodded at Alianne, who was staring at him in awe. "If you want your family to grow up in peace, then you can't bury you head in the sand and forget about what's happening."
Kalvor's hand slammed into the table. "Don't bring my family into this like that."
"Then don't be a fool." The man pushed his chair back and stared straight at Kalvor. "Let me put it to you straight. We need warriors of your calibre. We also need Leanadas. You are both highly skilled and well placed members of your respective factions. If we can't get you both, we would prefer to have one of you. I don't intend to leave here empty handed."