"Yes! Yes!" Her speech won the approval of the mid-ranking officers below.
Tyrande turned her gaze to Azshara and the others. "Queen Azshara, is our enemy, the Great Chieftain, injured or dead? Why are the Orcs retreating?"
The flamboyant queen glanced at the indignant Night Elves. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "It's always good to listen to Deren's opinion. You think this is an opportunity, but what if it's a trap?"
Bang! A tremendous slap struck the table as Shandris rose to her feet. "You coward! You always let a man thousands of miles away lead you around by the nose. The front lines have given us such a perfect opportunity—why won't you seize it?"
She looked at Tyrande with deep feeling. "Mother, don't hesitate any longer. Do it!"
Tyrande looked at her adopted daughter, then at Azshara, but she still could not make the final decision.
"You need to think this through, Tyrande. We're all in the same boat now. I don't want it to capsize either. Although the Orc army at the front is retreating and there may be gains to be had, it is even more likely to be a trap. If we make the wrong decision, we won't get another chance to turn things around." Azshara knew what Tyrande was struggling with, so she laid out the cold reality plainly.
"This..." Tyrande leaned toward meeting all change with constancy. But Shandris and the officers under her also had a point. The Orcs were indeed retreating. If they let such a good opportunity slip away without doing anything, there would be dissent within their own ranks. Besides, the reason she was doing nothing was because she feared the enemy Great Chieftain was playing dead. Such a thing had never happened before in the history of