The night sky was like a navy-blue curtain dotted with glittering stars, a sight that drew anyone who looked at it into a deep trance.
The night lay as still as stagnant water. Moonlight illuminated the street ahead, spilling silently down like flowing water.
The light and silhouettes stood out fresh and clear, gradually bringing the nightscape into focus. Beneath the curtain of night, the white snow was strikingly visible, reflecting the light from the sky.
It was already late at night when Rex left Tirion Fordring's residence. Their discussion had lasted several hours.
Rex was extremely satisfied with their conversation. As far as the former retainers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron were concerned, as long as Tirion Fordring did not cause trouble, he considered the others no threat. As for the opportunity that the intelligence said would arise in a month, even if something happened in the Kingdom of Gilneas and they rebelled, Rex doubted they could cause much trouble. At worst, the Eastern and Western Plaguelands would break away.
The secession of the Eastern and Western Plaguelands would, at most, cost the Kingdom of Gilneas the populations of Darrowshire, Light's Hope Chapel, and a few other places. But those places rarely obeyed the kingdom's orders to begin with. Their submission to its rule was merely nominal.
Rex was not particularly concerned about that. The Eastern and Western Plaguelands were no longer the rich, fertile lands they had been under the Kingdom of Lordaeron. They were now barren wastelands stretching for hundreds of miles. If not for the few useful places that remained there, King Genn would not even have recognized them as territory belonging to the Kingdom of Gilneas.
The Eastern and Western Plaguelands were dispensable to the Kingdom of Gilneas. Even now, the kingdom had yet to