Isn't It Just About Money? [Daily 10,000 Words, Please Subscribe]

Theramore, City Hall.

"Tyrande! What wind blew you all the way here from Mount Hyjal?" The moment Jaina entered the reception room, she warmly greeted the Night Elf High Priestess.

"Nothing but the wind brought by those beasts." Tyrande threw out an arm, her voice full of anger.

"Let's all sit down first." Deren followed behind Jaina and tried to calm the two women down.

Tyrande restrained her fury as well and sat down with Jaina.

"I hope the Alliance can act as soon as possible to stop the Orcs' invasion of the Night Elves." Without waiting for Jaina to speak, Tyrande anxiously stated her purpose.

"That will be rather difficult." Jaina took a sip of tea before speaking at an unhurried pace. "The Alliance is a union of the various powers in the Eastern Kingdoms, mainly intended to peacefully resolve disputes and conflicts between nations. Of course, there is also a need for collective action against outside threats, such as the last Northern Expedition to Northrend. Theramore is the only power in Kalimdor to have joined the Alliance. Your Night Elves have always been rather indifferent toward the Alliance, afraid that humans and other powers would interfere in Kalimdor."

"Then we'll join the Alliance right away. Would that work?" Tyrande naturally understood Jaina's meaning. But since the Night Elves were not members of the Alliance, it was naturally awkward for the Alliance to intervene in the Ashenvale conflict.

"It's not impossible, but—" Jaina stopped halfway through her sentence.

Tyrande knew they were raising the price. She quickly continued, "What conditions do you want? Please, name them."

Jaina said nothing. Instead, Deren leaned forward and took over the conversation. "Ashenvale is still at war, so it would be inconvenient for the Alliance to directly accept the Night Elves. Otherwise, it