A Day Tour of Dalaran

After wiping out the resurrected flock of Bone Combat Chickens and sending away the postmaster who had come to make trouble, Rhonin sank into a cushioned chair and let out a long breath.

Unable to withstand the postmaster's insistent demands, Rhonin finally showed some compassion and said he would immediately assign him a gnome apprentice. While studying spatial magic, the apprentice would also help the postmaster manage that mountain of mail.

"Divine Lord, I would rather travel back in time and fight another War of the Ancients than manage government affairs here. It really doesn't suit me."

Rhonin clinked glasses with Boss Hu, his face full of misery as he shook his head and sighed.

Truthfully, Rhonin really was not suited to meticulous political administration. He had always been a man of action and practice, and somewhat impulsive as well. Making him lead the Kirin Tor Council now truly was forcing him into it.

But there was no helping it. Everyone had chosen him. Someone else might have handled administration better than Rhonin, but none of them possessed his connections. That was his greatest advantage.

Krasus was his friend and mentor. With that relationship, there was no need to worry about the Dragon Legion's goodwill.

Rhonin had also participated in the War of the Ancients and fought side by side with the Orc hero Brox, forging a deep camaraderie. So there was no need to worry about the Horde either. Brox's friend was the Horde's friend.

On top of that, Rhonin was human rather than some fringe nonhuman race, so he had no issues among human mages either.

And with the support of the Titan Divine Lord, there were no problems with the Night Empire either.

In short, Rhonin needed to stay put in Dalaran and hold down the fort.