Members of the Defias Brotherhood could be found in every town under Stormwind City's rule, and Moonbrook, their headquarters, was crawling with them.
So once Matthias Shaw went into action, he easily knocked out several Defias bandits and collected a little blood from them.
Shawn gave everyone a bottle of Doppelganger Potion. After mixing in the blood and drinking it, they soon took on the appearance of those Defias bandits.
Then they strolled brazenly into the Defias Brotherhood's lair.
Seeing the Dreadnought in the distance, old Grian curled his lip. "VanCleef really has gone mad. He thinks he can bombard Stormwind City with that wreck of a ship? What an idea."
The Dreadnought was certainly enormous, even larger and more powerful than the warships moored in Stormwind City's harbor. But it was hardly indestructible. VanCleef was no fool; he knew perfectly well that he could never destroy Stormwind City. Building this Dreadnought was merely a moth flying into the flame, courting his own destruction.
With no hope of revenge, only death remained.
VanCleef truly had nothing left to live for.
Shawn shot old Grian a pointed look. "This is the only thing keeping him alive. Just like you-isn't protecting the people of Westfall the only reason you keep fighting at your age? In that respect, you're the same kind of person. There's no difference."
Old Grian scoffed. "Of course there's a difference! My cause is honorable and great! What VanCleef has clung to all this time is wrong and evil!"
Shawn shook his head with a smile.
He never thought in terms of justice or evil. Every war revolved around interests, whether it involved the Alliance or the Horde, old Grian or VanCleef.
Old Grian fought for the interests of Westfall's people, while VanCleef fought for his own interests and