"Of course." Ye Ting nodded. "The commoners are commoners, and the nobles are nobles. They aren't of one mind. The nobles may each harbor their own ambitions, but what about the commoners? Their demands aren't much. All they desire is a peaceful, stable life. As long as they have food to eat and a secure life, they'll be satisfied.
"The nobles may scheme over Lordaeron's royal power, but for the commoners, who leads them is still just a leader. As long as that leader can give them the life they want, they'll support them."
"Then why do you say they'll help me?" Calia was still somewhat confused.
"To explain that, we have to mention your father," Ye Ting said, his tone complicated at the mention of Terenas. "Though I don't agree with your father's views, I have to admit that he was a fine ruler. He valued the nobles, but under his rule, Lordaeron had continued to grow stronger. During that time, the people of Lordaeron had more or less enjoyed the benefits of that growth. At the very least, they were able to live peaceful lives."
"Hehe, thank you, Brother Sandor." Calia swelled with pride at the praise for her father.
Ye Ting nodded and continued, "Getting back to the point, it was precisely because of this that the Menethil royal family built up enough prestige among the people. That is the foundation upon which you can gain their support."
"But... don't they have their own lords?" Calia astutely pointed out.
"Yes, but so what?" Ye Ting sneered. "Under the leadership of those lords, they still have to face the threat of the Scourge. Their lives and survival are utterly without guarantee. At a time like this, if you, the former king's daughter, step forward and promise to lead