"Hmph! This cooperation was unpleasant. It cost money every single time!" Tyrande said discontentedly. This time, not only had they spent money, but Theramore had also used them as tools to sabotage the Orc reinforcements' plans.
Deren advised, "Don't be so stingy. Our goals are still aligned. If Theramore were completely on the elves' side, there would be no more chances to quietly screw over the Orcs like this."
Tyrande looked Deren over suspiciously before finally warning him, "I hope everything you said is true. Don't even think about stabbing us in the back. The Goddess will be watching your actions as well."
Deren smiled. "Right, with the Goddess watching from above, how would I dare harbor any bad intentions toward the elves? At most, I just want to make a little pocket money."
At the mention of "pocket money," Tyrande's anger flared up again. Her savings from ten thousand years had all gone into Theramore. Though she was not yet so poor that she could not afford food, the enormous daily expenses in every area left the High Priestess deeply anxious, afraid that one day she would run out of money.
She complained, "The elves' money is nearly gone, while your Theramore is making a fortune."
Deren smiled. "Isn't there the Elf Council? Suramar had been sealed off for ten thousand years. Just cleaning the place up would turn up plenty of valuable goods. And Queen Azshara has Nazjatar behind her, with ten thousand years of savings as well. How could she possibly be short on money? She casually bought an entire street in Theramore. If you have no money, borrow a little from them." Deren offered her a suggestion.
Tyrande's expression eased, then tightened again. "Borrowed money still has to be repaid! You bastard, haven't you made enough