Dun Morogh, Ironforge.
Magni, King of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, was delighted. First, they had latched onto the Alliance's thick thigh, backed by a Titan God, driven the Orcs out of the south, and restored peace. Now their old rivals—kinsmen they loved and hated in equal measure, the Wildhammer Dwarves—had come to ask him to introduce them to the Alliance.
And the one who had come was Kurdran, the Wildhammer Grand Lord!
So the Dwarves drank themselves senseless in Ironforge, then boarded the recently opened subway connecting to Stormwind City, riding there in a drunken haze to discuss joining with King Llane.
"So... the Wildhammer Dwarves' situation really is quite dire." Llane sat upon his throne, resting his chin on his hand as he pondered.
Kurdran nodded fiercely. "That's right. We Wildhammer Dwarves are also willing to join the Alliance and fight the Orc threat together."
King Llane nodded as well, an imperceptible sly grin appearing on his face. "Of course, you are welcome. But the Alliance has no surplus provisions either... Ah, what I mean is, the Alliance is under considerable strain as well."
Kurdran immediately grew anxious. "Then what do we do? Our situation is extremely critical! I'm afraid we won't be able to hold back the Orcs for much longer!"
King Llane smiled like spring itself, descended from his throne, and patted Kurdran on the shoulder. "Don't worry, don't worry. I have an idea. You can decide whether it suits you: when Stormwind Kingdom formed the Alliance, we set aside a small area as a concession for the Night Elves. Oh, a concession means the land is still yours, but we lease all rights except taxation rights. If the Wildhammer Dwarves are willing to set aside a small area in the Hinterlands as an Alliance concession, then I