"Why?! Ah! Why?! I just wanted a memorial hall! What's wrong with that?!"
"Because you're not dead, and you'll never die. That's why." Without even looking up, Elisande shot Boss Hu down and continued rapidly scanning the long scroll in her hands, which nearly dragged across the floor.
Boss Hu looked thoroughly displeased. Leaning back, he downed the Thunder Ale before him in one gulp.
This was the tavern in Auberdine, the largest town in the Darkshore region, where merchant caravans and adventurers from all over the world came and went without end.
"I think Divine Queen Elisande is right. What you need now is a museum, not a memorial hall. I heard you're planning to donate part of your assets for exhibition? That's truly wonderful."
The tavern owner was an ordinary Night Elf uncle. Whenever he was in a good mood, or when an important figure came to spend money at his establishment, he would moonlight as a bartender and waiter.
Boss Hu curled his lip at the long scroll. "Yeah, isn't that what this is? Taking stock of my stuff. The storerooms in the Tower of Slumber and Eternal Night Palace are almost full."
The middle-aged elf nodded with a smile, his expression carrying the standard elven pride. Put bluntly, it was a bad habit.
The World of Azeroth had always been highly susceptible to racism. First, the mainstream races of the first tier held themselves above all others. Then there was the Night Empire's overall style of conduct, its deliberate stirring of racial fanaticism, and Eternal Night Prime Minister Council member Queen Azshara's frequent racist speeches. The Elves' already immense pride had now completely run out of control.
The current Night Elves still maintained a mild attitude and a love for nature on the surface, but in