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Eastern Kingdoms, Lordaeron Subcontinent, Tirisfal Glades, Lordaeron City, Rex's Manor!
Rex quietly studied the intelligence in his hands. The report had just arrived from Darrowshire, and it contained enough information to resolve most of the questions that had troubled him lately. Once he finished reading, Holy Light flared in his hand, shredding the paper. Scraps scattered from his fingers.
Looking at Orys, who had returned, Rex wore a satisfied expression. Although Orys had not obtained the intelligence himself, he had been responsible for the operation. In Rex's eyes, the greatest credit naturally went to him. Still, Rex would not neglect the man who had risked his life to acquire it. He told Orys solemnly, "Pass on my orders, Orys. Put him in charge of intelligence in the Eastern Plaguelands."
"As you command," Orys replied respectfully. Rex had not named the man, but with Orys's intelligence, how could he fail to understand whom he meant?
"You may go. I need to give this matter some serious thought." Rex waved Orys away. As he watched him leave, Rex did not remain in the room any longer. Instead, he abruptly rose and strode out. After giving a few brief instructions, he left his manor and headed for Aegwynn's.
Azeroth was a peculiar world. The powerful could rule over everything and enjoyed special privileges. Aegwynn, for example, had not needed to purchase a manor or acquire property in Lordaeron City herself. Once she agreed to become the headmistress of the vocational school and joined the vast system of the Kingdom of Gilneas, a manor and several properties had naturally been bestowed on her as rewards.
This was also why countless people in Azeroth strove to become heroes. Once you became a Heroic Powerhouse,