Reckless

"Lady Tyrande, Lord Malfurion, the Horde has sent word that they've found a trail left by the Betrayer who infiltrated Ashenvale. They hope we'll help them capture him."

After bowing to Tyrande and Malfurion, a coolly beautiful Night Elf Sentinel quickly reported on the negotiations with the Horde.

"Tyrande, what kind of organization is the Horde? Why have I never heard of them?"

Seeing Malfurion's puzzled expression, Tyrande spoke to the female Night Elf standing beside her.

"Shandris, explain it to Malfurion."

"Yes, Lady Tyrande."

After Shandris gave Malfurion a detailed account of the Horde, he was stunned—and delighted. He felt he had found kindred spirits.

"Tyrande! Is everything Shandris said true? The Horde really turned the Barrens into a forest?!"

Seeing Malfurion's excitement, Tyrande knew exactly why he was so worked up. She felt a certain aversion toward the Horde—or, for that matter, every race other than the Night Elves. But facts were facts. Tyrande disdained lying, and she would never lie to Malfurion. Even as she nodded in agreement, she reminded him, "Malfurion, the Horde are absolutely not a people who revere nature and love peace. The moment they set foot on Kalimdor, they began a bloody campaign. In just eight years, they took control of most of the lands south of Ashenvale. That is hardly the behavior of a peace-loving people."

"Oh, Tyrande, I understand, of course. But we aren't in conflict with them, are we? We could even work together. I understand your concerns, but although the Horde may not revere nature or love peace, at least they understand how important nature is. They don't take from it without limit—they know they have to give back. That's rare. Besides, they stopped at Ashenvale, which means they don't intend to make enemies of us. So why can't