Orendo had never considered himself particularly intelligent, nor did he think he possessed much emotional intelligence.
In his previous life as an Earthling, he had merely been an ordinary office worker. His only hobby had been reading—he read every kind of book—which was why he had become a librarian.
In this life, he had become a human noble of Azeroth. If he had not known this was a world where even adult Titans could fall at any moment, he would actually have preferred to live as a lord, eating, drinking, and enjoying himself until he was content with a lifetime well spent.
Yet in Azeroth, Orendo felt that for an ordinary human noble to safely spend his whole life eating, drinking, and enjoying himself was harder than becoming the richest man in the world on Earth.
At least on Earth, even if one could not become the richest man in the world, one could still stay alive. At the very least, food, shelter, and personal safety were not major concerns.
But in Azeroth, as a human noble, and at this particular point in time—whether he could live to die of old age was a very real question, and one that deserved a great big question mark.
Azeroth only had a few decades of peace left. After that, not a single year would be peaceful.
The human race, which would bear the brunt of it, would suffer disaster upon disaster. Nearly half of all world-ending catastrophes would occur on human lands. As a human, even if he gave up being a noble and hid away, there was nowhere truly safe to hide.
Where could he hide?
Lordaeron? Heh. Under the Scourge, everything became undead. Orendo had no desire to become a Forsaken with rotting flesh hanging from his body and corpse