Ah, Andorhal (15)

None of the departing knights offered this old lord, once renowned throughout Northrend for his fairness and selflessness, a courteous farewell. Other than hatred, he was met with utter indifference.

They would not hurl insults at Taelan's father, but neither could they accept what Tirion had done all those years ago. Ignoring Tirion's existence was their choice, as though the elderly knight sitting in the chair were nothing more than air.

Captain Alton let out a dejected sigh. This truly was an impossible mess to untangle.

That chaotic afternoon, Barthilas had been pierced through the chest by an Orc spear, paying for the accusations of the past with his life.

Besides the soldiers, many innocent civilian bystanders had died in the chaos. After the raiding Orc squad escaped, the people's fury naturally needed a new target.

Before everyone's eyes, Tirion, a human lord, had attacked Barthilas and the guards, then escaped under the Orcs' cover with a prisoner who was due to be hanged.

His collusion with Orcs and betrayal of the kingdom had thus been confirmed. The orphaned mother and son he left behind also suffered severe discrimination in Hearthglen. Only through the support of his old subordinates were they able to grow up safely. It was not until Taelan proved himself through his outstanding performance and joined the Silver Hand that the hostility directed at mother and son gradually subsided.

"My lord, what you did... truly..." Alton could not bring himself to voice his accusations. Tirion's stubbornness was not something he could change.

"I'll go check on those impulsive knights outside. Until things ease between you, don't meet with them again." Alton had matters of his own to attend to. "You should think more about Taelan's mother. She has not had an easy life these past years."

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