A master's orders were not to be questioned. At once, the team sprang into action.
The followers' tasks were all public, and all of Silvermoon City knew what their newly promoted master intended to do.
"The new master prefers exploration... and he has no class prejudice."
The elves' first impression of Shane had taken shape, precisely the impression he wanted to give them. Once people's impression of a leader formed, it was difficult to change, so it had to be guided in a beneficial direction.
What sort of image should he create for himself? At this stage, one of openness and pioneering spirit; later, one of an iron hand, overwhelming strength, and authority.
Yet the foundation of it all lay in arcane power.
After handling all his affairs and waiting for the Dawnblade to finish resupplying, Shane finally had some time to himself to refine his arcane arts. The small nursery outside Sailing Harbor and its shabby little two-story wooden house were so humble that no one would believe it was a master's residence.
Everything was exactly as it had been before he left. The furniture was draped in cloth and covered in thick dust, carrying memories of his past. It was in this nursery that he had met Vereesa and forged their bond.
With a flick of his finger, he cast a cleaning spell, sweeping away all the dust. The followers immediately began cleaning the rooms.
"Master, those kobolds and murlocs won't dare come out of their nests."
The elf responsible for helping Shane tend the little nursery wore a miserable expression.
"The clan even considered such details, sending people to help maintain my nursery?" Shane could not help but feel warmth welling up within him. Their long years had accumulated wisdom, giving them an extraordinary cohesion.
Those so-called