Shawn listened, dumbfounded.
He had never expected Bolvar to be even better at rallying people with slogans than he was. Had the guy learned his knack for swaying hearts from Onyxia?
In short, even Shawn felt his blood surging, and Varian Wrynn was no exception.
The hotheaded Varian Wrynn fell silent.
This proud, fiercely ambitious man had been persuaded, but he could not set aside his dignity as a king and admit his mistake.
Fortunately, there was more than one Varian Wrynn.
The mild-mannered Varian Wrynn slowly rose, swept his gaze over everyone present, and issued his orders:
"Marshal Windsor, you will have full responsibility for assembling elite troops and warships. Choose a date to march on Dustwallow Marsh and slay Onyxia!"
"Grand Duke Bolvar, you will have full responsibility for rebuilding the royal palace in Stormwind City, reassuring the people, and assisting me with affairs of state."
"Shawn, you will have full responsibility for persuading VanCleef. If you succeed, I will allow you to establish a town on the Gold Coast. In addition to serving as lord of the Gold Coast, you will be its mayor and marshal. Your domain will be exempt from taxes for three years, and its taxes will be halved thereafter. I will also appoint VanCleef mayor and marshal of Moonbrook. He destroyed Moonbrook, so let him rebuild it!"
"However, if you fail, you can forget about becoming lord of the Gold Coast, and your fifth reward will be revoked as well. Shawn, you are an extraordinary young man, harboring secrets no one can see through. I have no intention of probing those secrets, but I hope you will always remain a member of the Kingdom of Azeroth. I hope you will..."
"Do all you can for Azeroth!"
So, a king's words were always bullshit.