The people of Lordaeron stared straight at Andy, their faces helpless.
"Your analysis is entirely correct, and it certainly makes us feel the danger we're facing. But if you want to win over the Dwarves, you might as well save your strength for fighting the Orcs," Terenas said, the corner of his mouth twitching. "All we know is that there's a towering, snow-covered mountain south of the Wetlands called Dun Morogh. The Dwarves live in caves on the mountain, but no one knows exactly where."
"I've heard they're all madmen, and that they live in a gigantic mine!" another representative said.
"If no one's gone looking, how can you know they can't be found? And whether they're madmen or not—wouldn't we know once we found them?" Andy said with a smile. He knew the Dwarves couldn't be madmen. The Dwarf he'd met in Booty Bay had been anything but; there had been a glint of wisdom in his eyes.
Terenas gave Andy a long look, then turned to Sylvanas. The High Elf Ranger general watched everyone with a calm expression.
"The real question is, who can get in touch with the Dwarves of Dun Morogh? None of us has ever seen them or been to Dun Morogh." Terenas smiled as he glanced at Andy.
At Terenas's words, Nathas abruptly raised his bowed head and fixed him with a heavy gaze. The meaning was clear: no one from the Northern Kingdoms was going.
Andy's expression darkened as he looked around. The representatives of the other five kingdoms were all watching him. Even Lothar and Khadgar looked at him with interest.
Andy knew he'd probably have to shoulder the idea he'd proposed himself. There was no counting on these powerful lords, with their people and authority.
"I can go!" Andy took a