Someone Is Fighting Over An'qiraj's Bones

After watching the Thermobaric Bomb test, Jaina took Deren and Ysera back into Theramore.

"Teacher, that Thermobaric Bomb was terrifying." Ysera was still marveling at the mushroom cloud from earlier. "How was it made?" the Void Elf asked uneasily.

"It's simple. Make the air burn, and there you have it," Deren answered perfunctorily.

"?" Ysera felt stifled. "Then can Teacher teach me this knowledge in the future too?"

"Sure." Deren nodded. "If you want to learn, I'll teach you. It's not some great secret anyway."

"Wonderful!" Ysera hooked her arm around his again, earning a warning cough from Jaina.

Just as they reached the laboratory entrance, a gnome assistant stepped forward to report, "Madam, High Priestess Tyrande of the Night Elves is at City Hall requesting a meeting."

Jaina turned to Deren. "Why has that High Priestess come to see me again? What do you think it's about?"

Deren smiled. "It has to be about An'qiraj. If the Orcs don't seize this chance to raise the banner of resistance against the Qiraji, they won't be able to remain in Ashenvale. And Tyrande definitely doesn't want to let the Orcs off, but she can't say so herself when righteousness is at stake. So she wants Theramore to endorse her."

"Then what should we do?" Jaina asked for advice.

"Go see her." Deren shrugged. "If she's willing to listen, she listens. If not, that's up to her."

"Teacher, can I come too?" Ysera immediately asked Deren in a low voice. "I want to learn some of Teacher's diplomatic wisdom too."

Deren thought about it. There was nothing confidential, so he had Jaina bring Ysera along and teleport them over.

The millennia-old High Priestess Tyrande stood by the reception room window with a worried expression, watching the bustling streets of Theramore below grow