Modera was taken aback. A woman's instincts told her that the Alliance's new legend didn't seem too fond of her.
But he had done nothing impolite; he was simply lacking in warmth. It took tremendous courage to lose one's temper with a domain-level legend.
She had witnessed Emperor's Fall with her own eyes.
Jaina was a sensitive woman, too, and she sensed Taelan Fordring's faint aloofness toward Modera. She merely gave the female mage a standard mage's salute and said nothing.
Just then, someone suddenly came up behind Taelan Fordring. He reached out and patted him on the shoulders, an impolite gesture at a banquet.
But Taelan Fordring didn't mind. He stood and greeted Daelin warmly.
Well, he had eloped with the man's daughter, after all. He had to be extra nice.
In fact, he'd seen Daelin just last month. When Daelin had brought his daughter to enroll, Taelan Fordring had welcomed them at the main entrance to Dalaran.
The father was very pleased with Taelan. Not only did he come from a military family, but his father had been Daelin's comrade-in-arms. They had fought side by side.
And Taelan was dependable and powerful. His daughter couldn't have hoped for a better partner.
Only with him would she be safe. Besides, Taelan Fordring shared Daelin's views on the Orcs. Taelan's keen insight had also won Daelin's wholehearted agreement.
The enormous cost of the Orc Internment Camps really was dragging the Alliance toward ruin.
Lordaeron's finances were beginning to strain, and high taxes had left the lower classes struggling to make ends meet. The Greymane family had already left the Alliance and planned to reinforce their wall against danger. Stromgarde was running a deficit, and Quel'Thalas had seized the opportunity to leave the Alliance as well.
Daelin lowered his voice. "Well