Jaina bit her lip as she read over the documents Karlain and Ansirem had sent to her that morning. Their plan was workable but it... She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. It would be swift. The council would announce the change to the Kirin Tor's security forces and upper department management and then the rest of the city. It would almost restore the status quo the city had lived with since Rhonin and the sitting council at the time had allowed the Horde in the first time.
Almost but not quite.
Aethas Sunreaver was specifically banned from the city. His people had to be vouched for by a member of the Kirin Tor in good standing. Other persons from the Horde, mage and non-mage, were allowed to return. Most of their businesses and storefronts were still available and those who had been displaced would be guaranteed placement. If the Horde wanted to return at all.
Jaina glared at the blank pages of parchment she'd set aside. With no word from Khadgar she didn't want to speak with Vol'jin. She tapped her fingers on the desk as she looked across to the sitting area.
And she'd not heard from Vereesa yet either. Jaina took a deep breath and let it out. The Silver Covenant would have opinions about all these changes and before they'd been a core component of the city security. The ranks of Kirin Tor Enforcers had grown with the campaign in Thunder isle and Jaina suspected they would be involved in keeping the peace moving forward, but if they were also going to offer reinforcement in Draenor that would split her available power in two directions. Ansirem and Karlain's plan used the Silver Covenant but Jaina wasn't certain if they would be willing to act as they had done in the past. Some of those people and their families might even choose to leave Dalaran entirely.
Jaina rubbed her temples and groaned. If Vereesa could be convinced to be an ally, Jaina thought she might have a reasonable shot at the rest of the Silver Covenant playing nicely. If Vereesa left it would be difficult. She was Rhonin's widow aside from being the leader of the most Anti-horde members of the city's population.
Well. Not anti-Horde so much as anti-blood elf a small part of Jaina reminded her. She looked at the plans again. But the blood elves made up the bulk of the Horde mages and Jaina wasn't certain the orc mages would find much welcome at all either.
If they wanted to come at all.
Her inbox chimed and then a half dozen scrolls popped into the air one after the other. They fell into the basket with soft rustling as they settled. Sighing, Jaina sealed the plans with her notes in her top drawer and went to sort her mail.
She hadn't received a reply from Ysera but there were letters from Draenor bearing the seals from Khadgar and Zaliya. Both had been marked as urgent and the parchment pulsed with glowing light to catch her attention. She opened Khadgar's first.
"Jaina,
I did the mail upgrades we discussed before I left and I am now examining potential locations where we might open more permanent portals. There is one very strong convergence on the island off the coast of the hellfire peninsula. This is the island which is being surveyed by both Alliance and Horde. I almost regretted not setting up my tower there, but the island is apparently crawling with ogre mages making use of the local arcane topography.
This might be an opportunity. I've asked Zaliya to send what she knows and I have included a copy of the ley-map we received from the Draenei.
The Horde garrison was also attacked while I was there. Iron Horde and allied ogres. As I was present, and didn't wish to die myself, I assisted them in repelling the attack. Archmage Zaliya and Warden Cordana might also have made an appearance as I was speaking with Zaliya at the time the attack commenced. But this is all hearsay and there were spells and canon fire and I am an old mage and it could have just been some snow in my eye.
The Horde commander certainly didn't extend her thanks or let us know they're moving against the local ogres to help foul up the Iron Horde supply lines."
Jaina put a hand over her mouth as she read. She was glad Khadgar hadn't been killed in the attack and she even found herself glad that the garrison hadn't been slaughtered, but word of Kirin Tor assistance would get out and then-
Jaina paused as her thoughts caught up to her. She was glad the garrison hadn't been slaughtered. At once her feelings were familiar and strange. Shoving them to the side for the moment, Jaina continued to read.
"There are three senior mages here, Magus Gerti Frazzlespark from the Goblins, Val'ket who is from the Darkspear and another who was not present for the fight - Tygus Dawnlight of the sin'dorei. The two I have managed to speak with thus far are intrigued at the additional resource I might have to assist, but are wary. They did not engage in the more hateful rhetoric but then I did not expect it from these two as they haven't in the past. Dawnlight is another story. He is... not a fan of us.
Commander Teraka wants to know when official word is coming her way. She's a pragmatic orc and would rather see her enemies dead than fight us. I was possibly not as circumspect as I could have been in discussing our policy shift, but actions speak louder than words. Today I think our actions spoke quite clearly.
I did not have an opportunity to speak with the others further but I will endeavor to do so with all haste. While my presence here is tolerated it isn't exactly new. I imagine word of a spectral blue dragon who turns into a worgen and a Warden fighting beside the Horde to defend their own gates will make its way to Orgrimmar quickly. I should note that Cordana was only present because she wished to extract me from the location and killing half a dozen Iron Horde was the more efficient way to do it.
We have exchanged words on this subject but I have not acknowledged to her or the workers here the change in policy. I do hope it will be announced soon as I can feel movement here. There are forces at work and I believe further opportunities to promote our goals will arise shortly.
Should I hear anything else I will let you know.
-Khadgar"
The other pages were the promised documents detailing sparse tactical information and a copy of a leyline map.
Jaina rubbed at her face. Word would almost certainly arrive in Orgrimmar soon and it would be best if she reached out to Vol'jin as quickly as possible. Two senior Horde mages out of three might be the best she'd have to go on given how rumors were likely to spread like wildfire.
Setting Khadgar's message aside she picked up Zaliya's. The contents were shorter and mentioned much of what Jaina had just read in Khadgar's letter.
"Archmage Proudmoore,
While setting up the mailing system the Horde Garrison was attacked. I went to Khadgar's aid and the Warden who'd been babysitting Khadgar tagged along.
Was a bit of a fight but we turned the attackers aside. According to Tarecgosa, they have some pretty powerful warlocks on their side. I'm thinking Shadow Council.
I'm also requesting additional backup and supplies from the Alliance so we can shut down Ner'zhul and the Shadowmoon clan as soon as possible. Some of the Knights of the Ebon Blade have requested they be on the frontlines of the final march. I'm inclined to let them so long as we can ensure they're protected from whatever necromancy might be thrown their way.
Word's gonna get out that the three of us were there at Frostwall. If asked I'll use the same line Khadgar does - working in the interests of Azeroth. I hope it won't cause trouble back home with progress of that policy shift.
We lost two scouts heading deeper into the continent. The Draenei lost more as well. Something is going on over there. I'll keep you informed as I learn more.
-Zaliya.
P.S. Tarecgosa says hello and to give her love to Kalecgos."
Jaina set the letter aside and seriously contemplated conjuring a drink. The next two letters she'd picked up were from Queen Moira and High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind. A heavy leaden feeling gripped her stomach as she opened the first.
"Archmage Proudmoore,
I would love to speak with you as your convenience. I'm had my secretary include times.
I look forward to speaking with you in Ironforge,
Queen Moira."
"Okay, that one isn't so bad," Jaina said to herself as she read the schedule. She could even speak with Moira this afternoon if she wished. Given the accelerated speed things seemed to want to move in, that wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Tyrande's letter was equally short but the night elf indicated she would be free to speak with Jaina on a schedule that suited her. If Cordana had sent anything, it likely hadn't reached Darnassus yet, but that would change soon.
Jaina sent off missives arranging times. At least here on Azeroth there wasn't a lag in the mailing system. And, if things went peacefully on this island on Draenor, Ashran it was called, then there might be little to no lag to Draenor in the future.
Jaina finally pulled the blank official parchment over. The Iron Horde had forced her hand into contacting the Warchief. Stomach roiling, she got up from her desk and walked outside onto her small balcony.
The wind had been getting colder as fall turned into winter. In the distance she could see the brooding spire of Icecrown. Soon the top would be obscured by clouds heavy with snow. From her vantage point, she could just make out what had been the Horde quarter. The buildings were conspicuous by their lack of light and smoke from active chimneys. Soon they would be active again.
Maybe.
"Jaina?" a polite knock on the door accompanied Vereesa's voice.
Jaina stiffened in surprise then turned. Vereesa was wearing a simple leather tunic and breeches rather than her uniform armor, her hair pulled back into a tail. The dark circles under her eyes stood out against her skin but her eyes were clear.
"Vereesa."
Uncomfortable silence lingered between the two for a moment. Jaina gestured for her to come in and have a seat. Vereesa did so, closing the door behind her. Jaina conjured some tea both to give some normalcy to the meeting as well as to give herself something to do.
Vereesa accepted the tea. "Thank you."
"Welcome back."
Vereesa smiled thinly. "I'm not certain where to start." She tapped her fingers on the mug. "I am sorry for the things I said, Jaina." She rubbed fingers over her temple. "I'm going back to the monastery and I'm taking the boys with me. I think it will be good for all of us. There... there is a lot to go through."
"Oh," Jaina said, uncertain what else she could say. She was glad her friend was being helped but that didn't stop the selfish feeling of abandonment.
Vereesa's smiled sardonically again, unaware of Jaina's thoughts. "It might make things easier for you here with reintegration. I- the plan is not to leave forever. I don't think I could leave this city. It means too much to me and the boys, but we need to be elsewhere for a little while."
Jaina closed her eyes. "I can understand that." She'd only returned to Theramore a handful of times before its regeneration. Even now she'd only been back twice.
"I'll get the help I need at the monastery and I can be with the boys. Rebuild that relationship. I'm leaving good people in charge here though. And I am giving them orders to support you and the Council in whatever you decide is best for the city," Vereesa said, speaking quickly, the words tumbling out before she could edit herself. "My lieutenants will do whatever they need to do to coordinate with the rest of our defenders."
"When are you going?" Jaina asked.
"In a few days. I need to speak with the school and make arrangements for the boys to have some continuation of their learning. I think... I know that we were all hurt but I need to be sure how I was feeling didn't hurt them. But I don't want this to be another disruption, so they'll be getting homework." She smiled and the expression was warmer and softer. "For them we'll be going on something a little like a vacation. We haven't done that in... a long while. I hope that getting to explore new things and a whole new place will help them heal whatever damage I might have done."
"You didn't-"
"Jaina," Vereesa snapped. She winced. "I didn't mean to cause any harm but I fear I have. If I haven't then I am damned lucky and some time in Pandaria won't hurt them. If I have then we can all step onto a healing path." She stared at her mug of tea. "I'm sorry for snapping at you."
"It's okay. I understand," Jaina said, reaching out.
Vereesa looked at her hand then took it, squeezing her fingers briefly before dropping it. "I have a lot to do to get my people squared away. I-" she sighed. "Jaina, I'm sorry I can't be in Dalaran right now."
"I'm sorry too," Jaina said. "But I think this will be good for you and your family in the long run. That's more important. The Council is in agreement on what we must do. You go do what you need to do for yourself and your family."
The High Elf finally gave Jaina a genuine smile. "I'll be back once I know the boys are okay. Once... I've had some time." She set the mug down and looked at her hands, folded in her lap. "The..." she trailed off. When she looked up her eyes were lined with silver. "Jaina they have people who specialize in speaking with children. This is something that can happen to children." Vereesa squared her shoulders abruptly. "Anyway. I'll be gone for a couple weeks. Maybe longer. I won't be out of contact and I'll be able to keep in touch with the city. Before I leave I'll set up a meeting so we can go over the Council's plans and how the Silver Covenant will be helping."
Jaina let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Thank you, Vereesa."
Windrunner left shortly thereafter leaving Jaina alone once more with the blank parchment and the letter to Vol'jin still unwritten. Well, if Vereesa could take steps forward then Jaina could take a few more.
Jaina sat down and wrote to the Warchief.
"Warchief Vol'jin,
I did not get to thank you in person for your understanding at the trial in Pandaria; Thank you."
Jaina sat back, finding her hands had begun to shake and her stomach churn once more. She took a deep breath in then let it out at the same count. It was almost a minute before she could continue. But what to say?
Vol'jin had suffered under Garrosh personally. Differently than Jaina had, but he had suffered. His people had suffered. His people who yet lived. Jaina pressed her lips together for a moment, trying to calm herself. Many people had suffered. Baine Bloodhoof had lost a father. Many had disappeared during Garrosh's reign and there were missing spouses and siblings and children. Darnassus had been attacked. And Anduin had nearly died. As she'd nearly died.
Jaina glared at the parchment. She'd been hurt but she was alive. Anduin was alive. There were survivors were still alive despite Garrosh's mad quest for power and tyrannical rule. But now many were suffering on Draenor and that army, that war machine, would come here and hurt more of her people if it could. And if that were not enough who knew what further dangers that loomed in the Great Dark beyond, waiting to catch their world weak and unaware.
She'd told Anduin that she wasn't certain she could convince the Council, but she could control the destiny of her island home. Then the Council had been convinced to pursue this path. She'd done that. Varian had finally agreed with her because of the words of her student.
Jaina could not hunt Garrosh in Draenor, but she could help the ones who could. She could do this and spit in the eye of his plans. She picked up her pen again, her smile feral and sharp as she took more ink.
"As you may have already heard from your Commander in the Alternate Draenor, the Kirin Tor is beginning to enact a shift in policy. Garrosh was the author of the crimes against us. As Garrosh is no longer the Warchief, we have decided, unanimously, to return Dalaran to a place of neutrality."
Jaina shivered as she wrote. Words that had once come easily to her now came as though dragged over hot coals and shards of glass. At least at first. As she wrote, she felt better about taking an active role in spoiling the plans of one who who'd killed so many and who would have killed her too.
"If you are amenable, I would meet with you at a neutral place of your choosing to discuss this matter further. I offer Theramore Isle as one such location, but I leave the choice to you. The Kirin Tor is willing and able to assist the Draenor campaign as we once assisted the Icecrown campaign. I declare to you we are a neutral body once more.
I await your response,
Archmage Proudmoore"
Jaina read over the letter then signed it and sealed it with her mage's mark. She stared at the parchment for a moment, then sent it off into the aether before she could change her mind. The howling voice that screamed in terror faded as she did so. Shivering she sat in her chair, shoulders slumping. It was done. The letter would reach Vol'jin and no doubt would be scrutinized and analyzed, but it was done.
"Jaina?"
She looked up and saw Ansirem at the door. "Are you well?" he asked bushy brows knitting together.
She gestured anemically to the chairs before her. "I spoke with Ranger-General Windrunner."
"Oh," he said sitting down.
"She is going to be leaving the city for awhile with her sons but she has assured me that her people will be supportive of the Council and our plans."
"Well that's a relief!" Ansirem said. "I do feel much better knowing we've got her support and that of the Silver Covenant. So why the long face?"
"I just sent a letter to Vol'jin."
"Ahh," he said, drawing the word out. "Well. That's done then."
Jaina nodded. "Yes."
"Khadgar got more information about what the Horde thinks? What'd he find?"
"Two of the three mages he spoke with were guarded but not outwardly against it. The third wasn't present for the fight."
"Fight?"
Jaina rubbed at her temple. "There was an attack on the Horde garrison while Khadgar was there working on the mailing network as well as gathering information about the mood of the Horde mages. Zaliya was in communication and teleported in to assist in repelling the attack. There was a Warden present as well."
"Oh," Ansirem said, eyes widening. "Oh my." His brows furrowed. "A good thing you spoke with King Wrynn before this."
Jaina nodded in agreement. "Officially our mages both agreed to state they were acting in the best interests of Azeroth. However Khadgar has outright told the Horde commander that he has more resources available to him than before, from the Kirin Tor." Jaina looked off into the distance; she could see the edge of Icecrown if she leaned back a bit. "Vol'jin will hear about what happened soon if he hasn't already. I needed to reach out."
The other mage nodded slowly, thinking through the various trails of logical consequences. He looked up at her, eyes solemn. "Well, the proverbial ball is in his court now," Ansirem said.
The spirits whispered.
Vol'jin drew in a deep breath, inhaling incense, the scent of newly repaired wood, burning coals in the brazier and the faint static scent of an incoming storm.
He exhaled and listened.
The Loa didn't appear before him but he could feel them all the same. Stronger than they'd been in some time; during Hellscream's rule they'd left with his people, then had disappeared entirely before he'd found himself again in Pandaria and had earned their voices came with the wind. Change was coming.
Vol'jin chuckled. Change had come already.
Orgrimmar had never been a quiet city, but it had become subdued under Garrosh Hellscream's rule. The hustle and busted of the streets had returned with commerce and rebuilding. His people, his family, was secured. At least for now. Hellscream was still at large but the situation was contained... Wasn't it? He thought it was, but he wasn't privy to everything the Spirits were.
And so Vol'jin listened.
No answers were forthcoming but perhaps there was... anticipation in the air. Anticipation and nothing else. Vol'jin snorted and rose, stretching to his full height. The Spirits would do as they pleased and he would continue to listen and pray they continued to find him worthy enough of their good regard.
He snuffed out his incense and walked down to where his met with his advisors and representatives of the races aligned with the Horde. He nodded at Varok Saurfang who represented the orcs of Orgrimmar. The veteran warrior bared his teeth in a friendly challenge then sipped from a tall stein. Also already present was Aethas Sunreaver standing in for Lor'themar, and an assortment of pages and heralds. The other advisors and representatives would be here soon.
A pile of scrolls awaited him from various parts of Horde territory. One had been pulled out by an assistant. A barrier of energy surrounded the scroll. Aethas Sunreaver's eyes were narrowed as he appeared to be doing some form of detection spell. The parchment swiveled in the air revealing purple wax and the glowing sigil of a stylized eye. A missive from the Kirin Tor.
"You readin' my mail now, mon?" Vol'jin asked as he stepped into the throne room of the Warchief.
"No," Sunreaver replied, tone distracted. "Merely trying to ascertain if this is a trap of some sort."
Changes the winds laughed. Be ready, mon.
Be ready? That was new. "Somehow I don't think that be any kind of trap," Vol'jin said.
Sunreaver's magic dissipated and the scroll lowered to the table. "I haven't detected anything, but still it would be prudent to be cautious, Warchief. The sender of that letter would see us all dead."
The representatives from the Forsaken and Tauren caught the last as they entered the room.
"Something the matter, Warchief?" the Forsaken asked. Gilbert Black had been something of a scoundrel in life and Undeath hadn't entirely changed matters. He was a good sword and straightforward but he was a Forsaken and Vol'jin knew he reported back to Sylvanas regularly. He counted on it.
"Maybe. Maybe not, Gil," Vol'jin replied. He inclined his head to the Tauren representative, Hurin Plainswatcher, a warrior brave from Mulgore who was counted as a trusted voice in Baine's circle. Plainswatcher flicked his ears in acknowledgement and took up his usual spot around the central table and map.
Vol'jin picked up the letter. He couldn't tell which mage had made the mark due to any sort of Arcane affinity but there was at least one mage working with his people to hunt down Garrosh like a dog. Go'el had sent glowing words of Archmage Khadgar's help. The archmage had even assisted his people in moving supplies and materials to the new garrison in the alternate Draenor - a move Vol'jin had only approved of with Go'el's support. Sunreaver wouldn't be this wary of a missive from Khadgar and he was therefore unlikely to be the sender.
Vol'jin broke the seal on the scroll and unfurled it, scanning down to the signature at the bottom. It had not been sent by Khadgar but instead by Archmage Jaina Proudmoore. No wonder Sunreaver eyed the letter as if it were a bomb.
"Warchief Vol'jin,
I did not get to thank you in person for your understanding at the trial in Pandaria; Thank you."
"As you may have already heard from your Commander in the Alternate Draenor, the Kirin Tor is beginning to enact a shift in policy. Garrosh was the author of the crimes against us. As Garrosh is no longer the Warchief, we have decided, unanimously, to return Dalaran to a place of neutrality."
If you are amenable, I would meet with you at a neutral place of your choosing, to discuss this matter further. I offer Theramore Isle as one such location, but I leave the choice to you. The Kirin Tor is willing and able to assist the Draenor campaign as we once assisted the Icecrown campaign. I declare to you we are a neutral body once more.
I await your response,
Archmage Proudmoore"
"Huh," he grunted more to himself than anything. Laughter that was sound but not, whispered around him. Be ready He narrowed his eyes and held up a hand for silence when Sunreaver opened his mouth. The elf subsided.
Be ready but for what? An attack? That didn't seem like Proudmoore's style but then she was a much changed woman. They were all changed.
Change the spirits whispered.
Vol'jin frowned and listened, but i If the spirits had more to say, they weren't ready to tell him yet.
Or maybe he wasn't ready to hear it in their opinion.
He shook his head and looked at his advisors.
"We be hearin' from Draenor today?" He'd not heard from his commander yet, but given Archmage Proudmoore's letter there probably was a communication waiting for him.
"Yes, Warchief," one of the orc assistants spoke up. "Mail came earlier than expected."
Vol'jin gestured and the missives were handed over. On top was the one from Commander Teraka. He read the terse report within, then handed both letters to Saurfang and indicated they both be passed around. Vol'jin scratched blunt nails through his beard as he considered.
Their garrison had been attacked and the attack repelled. Teraka noted the presence of the two Kirin Tor archmages and, to everyone's surprise, a Night Elf Warden, had likely been the reason their casualties were injuries only - their unexpected disruption had given the commander a window in which to kill the Iron Horde commanding the attack. Teraka also had mentioned Khadgar spoke of a "shift in policy" and her mages had been queried by the Archmage for their opinions.
The Kirin Tor hadn't needed to involve itself but Khadgar had made it a point to work with both sides when they'd all been laying siege to the Dark Portal. On the other side of the portal he'd worked with both groups as well. From what Vol'jin knew of the human, he largely did whatever it was he wanted- a maverick even among mages. If Proudmoore's letter was to be believed, then their organization was moving back into line with Khadgar's actions thus far.
Once the letter had been passed around, Vol'jin set it down on the center table beside the map of Kalimdor. The original Theramore had been crudely scraped away by Garrosh's knife at some point in the past. A replacement had been stitched back into place now bearing not the military markers of the harbor and keep, but a sigil that stood for a world tree. Druids from both his people and from the Tauren had confirmed the sudden appearance of the massive tree which would only grow larger as time passed.
Changes come. Be ready.
"What do you think, Warchief?" Saurfang asked, drawing Vol'jin's attention.
"Neutral," Sunreaver said, sounding a bit lost, his gaze distant.
"I'm still thinkin'," Vol'jin said as he took the throne and reclined back. The others took their own seats around him, settling in for the discussion.
"You can't think you're going to go to meet Her," Sunreaver asked, seemingly waking up from his internal thoughts.
"I might," Vol'jin said.
"But what she did-" Sunreaver's mouth snapped shut when Vol'jin held up a hand.
"What she did was react to an attack on her friends and allies. You could be dead, mon. But you live an' many others. De Council blames you, don't dey?"
"Many of my people are dead!" Sunreaver snapped back, avoiding the question. "Killed by her pet rangers of the Silver Covenant."
"No one's deny'n that fact. All of her people be dead. Dat be a fact too. And what I also see is a fact is this mage, Khadgar, helpin' to clean up the mess Garrosh made, de mess we have to deal wit'."
"Theramore," Saurfang said, drawing attention to him. The orc crossed his massive arms and tapped his fingers thoughtfully. "If you're going to meet with her, meet with her there. She's not going to blow up her own island again, and she won't harm a world tree. Darnassus and the Cenarion Circle would destroy her even if she were inclined to do such a thing."
"Has anyone actually tested this so-called sanctuary space she has declared?" Sunreaver asked, a bit more subdued than he'd been a moment ago.
"Yes," Hurin spoke up. "I've been there."
The gathering turned their attention to the Tauren warrior. "The High Chieftain has been there as well," Hurin added. "I accompanied him, Archdruid Runetotem and my sister Kaleetha who represented our shamen in the Earthen Ring."
Vol'jin gestured for the tauren to continue speaking. Hurin did not speak often and some thought him slow, but Vol'jin knew the brave noted everything. He had the watchful eyes of a guardian. Like his father, Baine did not keep useless people in his retinue.
"It is small as such things go, but it grows. Already it is as tall as the tower that once stood there. No one bothered myself or the high chieftain even though we are not part of the Earthen Ring or the Cenarion Circle."
"What is the military power like there?" the forsaken asked.
Hurin shrugged massive shoulders. "None I could see. Some tents and temporary accommodations but nothing has been done to rebuild the walls."
"Yet," the forsaken spoke up again.
Hurin shrugged. "There isn't a reason to fight and even if anyone did, there are the dragons."
"Dragons," Vol'jin prompted. Proudmoore had been kissing the former Blue aspect at the trial and rumor placed the dragon in Dalaran as of late, so perhaps his people?
"I only ever saw one or two at once, but there were more than two," Hurin said. "One was always sleeping near the tree. Big wyrms from the green flight. I couldn't tell you how many are actually in the area."
Saurfang snorted but made no comment. Vol'jin could understand his meaning easily enough; few would be stupid enough to pick a fight around a Word Tree when it was just the Cenarion Circle who might take offense, but almost no one would be insane enough to pick a fight with a flock of green dragons, too.
Vol'jin considered the map and the colored spot of green on the island of Theramore. "Seems to me," the warchief said, drawing the attention of his advisors, "dat dere be no harm in hearin' what de woman has to say. And if dere's a world tree in me own backyard I should go pay respects to the loa dere."
Saurfang smirked. "Seems reasonable, Warchief. And if her offer is made in good faith, I can think of a number of ways we can get more resources to our Garrison using Kirin Tor help." He flicked out a massive hand and grinned another friendly challenge art Sunreaver. "Mages are good for tables and doors, eh?"
Sunreaver scowled at him and rubbed his arm. "I will be bringing this to Lor'themar," he said.
Lor'themar and Grand Magister Rommath would hear of it too, no doubt, Vol'jin thought. He nodded at the elf.
"Well dat's one matter settled. What's next?"