"Why?! I just wanted a memorial hall!"
"Because you're not dead yet! And you'll never die, that's why!" Elisande quickly scanned the long scroll in her hands, which nearly dragged across the floor.
Hu Feng leaned back with an unhappy look on his face and downed the Thunder Ale before him in one gulp.
This was the tavern in Auberdine, the largest town in the Darkshore region. Merchant caravans and adventurers from all over the world came and went without end.
"I think God Queen Elisande is right. What you need now is a museum, not a memorial hall... I heard you intend to donate part of your property for exhibition?"
The tavern owner was a middle-aged Night Elf. Whenever he was in a good mood or an important figure visited his establishment, he would personally act as bartender and waiter.
Hu Feng curled his lip at the lengthy scroll. "Yeah, isn't this just inventorying my stuff? The storerooms in the Tower of Slumber and Eternal Night Palace are almost full."
The elven man smiled and nodded, his expression revealing the standard elven pride.
The World of Azeroth had always been highly prone to racial discrimination. Combined with the Night Empire's way of doing things, its deliberate stoking of racial fanaticism, and Chancellor's Council member Azshara's frequent racist speeches, the elves' already immense pride had now spiraled completely out of control.
Today's Night Elves still maintained a gentle demeanor and their love of nature on the surface, but in certain respects, they were even prouder than they had been during the Central People era ten thousand years ago.
"My respects, His Majesty the Divine Emperor. I believe the Empire's citizens will be more than willing to buy tickets to see the exhibits you donate." The tavern owner refilled Hu Feng's