Althea thought for a moment, then asked, "What about the Worgen?"
The Worgen were the greatest threat, because the Brightwood they occupied and ravaged lay just north of Darkshire. Attacks on townspeople were frequent.
Shawn pondered for a moment, then shared his thoughts. "The Worgen appeared because of the Scythe of Elune. They lack reason because they cannot control the wild power within them or escape the shadows in their hearts. I think that since the Scythe of Elune created the Worgen, it must also be able to solve their problems. If we can help them escape those inner shadows, supplement that with special potions, and add the Druids' nature magic, then perhaps we can restore some of them to sanity and make them our allies."
Turning enemies into friends was always the best way to eliminate an enemy.
Althea asked a pointed question. "And what about the Worgen whose sanity can't be restored?"
Shawn answered without hesitation. "If the Cenarion Circle could seal the Worgen away thousands of years ago, there's no reason we can't do it now. As for those we cannot seal away, they are no longer sapient beings, no longer one of us. They are beasts. And with beasts, there is only one option."
Shawn drew a deep breath and spat out a single word, sharp enough to draw blood.
"Kill!"
That single word was filled with resolve and ruthlessness.
Accustomed to Shawn's gentle, quiet manner, Broll, Vanessa, and Anduin, as well as Duke Ello Ebonlocke and Commander Althea, whom he had only just met, had all thought of him as a mage devoted to studying magical knowledge—the scholarly type.
Now that Shawn had suddenly revealed his decisive, ruthless side, they found it hard to adjust.
They did not understand that although Shawn loved nature and