Broll looked at the young Half-Elf before him with a measure of admiration. He thought that at fifteen, he himself had probably known nothing at all, still a carefree Night Elf.
Shawn added, "Besides, the Worgen still need to be observed, and whoever watches over them must be able to banish them beneath Darnassus at any moment. That means the observer must hold the Scythe of Elune. Master Broll, you're an Archdruid. I'm afraid this task will have to fall to you."
Broll paused briefly, seeming hesitant.
But after thinking it over, he declined.
Broll said, "Shawn, I still have to return Valorn's Elven soul to Darnassus and report everything that happened here to Lady Tyrande and the Cenarion Circle. I've also promised King Varian that I'd go to Stormwind City to help him, and agreed to teach Prince Anduin alongside Valeera, passing on knowledge and skills. So I'm afraid I can't help."
Shawn secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His strategy of retreating to advance had worked.
Outwardly, Shawn knitted his brows and shook his head. "But who besides you could handle it? This person must be a Druid, must be capable of wielding the Scythe of Elune, must be able to find Darnassus, and must also have the trust of these Worgen..."
Before Shawn had finished, Broll's eyes began to shine brighter and brighter.
He soon interrupted Shawn and declared loudly:
"Shawn, you're that person!"
Shawn pointed at himself in surprise. "Me?"
Broll said, "That's right, you! You're a Druid, and a member of the Druids of the Scythe at that. You can take both Worgen and wolf forms, and you've redeemed all the Worgen. You're the one they trust most! You've been holding the Scythe of Elune all these days, and you also have the Feathermoon Amulet.