"Tyrande, is this why you came to see me? I thought I'd made myself perfectly clear. The Watchers are only responsible for guarding the prison. Anything else is not our responsibility."
Looking at Nathas's unyielding attitude, Tyrande forcibly swallowed her anger. Since becoming the Moon Priestess, no one had ever spoken to her like this. Maiev didn't count, because she hardly spoke to her at all. But as the saying went, when you were under someone else's roof, you had to bow your head. The Night Elves were desperately short of troops, and had hardly any commanders to speak of. On top of that, her little dwarf, Malfurion, was still missing and his fate unknown. No matter how angry she was, Tyrande could only endure it.
"Even though Illidan is no longer in the prison, you've been diligent and conscientious, but you can't fulfill your true purpose. None of us expected Fandral to betray us. If you refuse to help, then Teldrassil really will be in danger.
"Nathas, I'm not speaking to you as the Moon Priestess. I'm standing before you as an ordinary member of our people, begging you—begging you to step forward now and contribute to the cause of our people."
"Tyrande, when you were guarding Illidan, did you say the same thing to Maiev?"
Nathas, who had been practicing with her Moon Blade, finally turned around. But her words plunged Tyrande into despair.
"Maiev loved Illidan deeply. She thought that as long as she could be with him and keep watch over him, she wouldn't mind spending ten thousand years in the same prison, watching him through iron bars. The absurd part is, Maiev never told Illidan how she felt, not even before she died.
"Anyway, that was Maiev's choice. I couldn't talk her out of it.