"Hello, my name is Tyrande Whisperwind. You can call me Tyrande," Tyrande said warmly. She showed none of the Night Elves' arrogance and treated them with easy courtesy.
"Rex Greymane. Just call me Rex," Rex replied just as warmly.
Rex then introduced the others beside him to Tyrande. He keenly noticed a flicker in her eyes when he introduced Sylvanas, but she showed no other reaction.
Once everyone had taken their seats, the two sides began a friendly conversation. Medivh soon explained the purpose of their visit.
After hearing Medivh's explanation, Tyrande wore a faint smile and asked softly, "What materials do you need for the Fixed Portal?"
"They're all listed here." Medivh took a sheet of parchment from inside his robes, covered in densely written Common script. Tyrande reached out with her violet hand and took the rough parchment, her beautiful eyes studying it meticulously. As she read, the room fell silent.
Half an hour soon passed. Tyrande raised her head again and set the parchment on the table before her. After a moment's thought, she said, "Most of these materials won't be a problem, but what about the mages needed to build the Fixed Portal?"
"You needn't worry about that. We'll send mages here. As long as the materials aren't a problem, we'll be fine." Medivh's expression relaxed beneath his hood, and his tone grew lighter. What worried him now was a shortage of materials for the Fixed Portal, not a shortage of mages.
Rex's expression barely changed. The Night Elves would not lack the materials needed to build a Fixed Portal. Even though being a mage was no longer an option among the Night Elves, and most of their mages had been expelled thousands of years ago, Rex did not believe they had allowed the Highborne to