In Zangarmarsh, Rex sat in a broad chair.
As for the matter of the supplies,
Rex had not taken charge himself. After leaving everything to Tirion Fordring, he had simply stepped back and left it alone.
He could not rest easy until he had gotten to the bottom of the Naga situation. After all, the very idea of history's inertia struck terror into his heart.
Until he dealt with the Naga and settled whether Gilneas would suffer another worgen outbreak in the future,
how could Rex possibly feel at ease?
This was merely a shipment of supplies being plundered, not a camp being overrun. Leaving Tirion Fordring to handle it was perfectly reasonable.
Strictly speaking, it was even something of a waste of his talents. Tirion Fordring, after all, had what it took to be a marshal.
Had Rex not come to Outland himself, he would certainly have nominated Tirion Fordring as marshal of the Alliance Expedition.
Once he had arranged everything, he wrote a letter, summoned someone from outside, and told him to deliver it to Tirion Fordring. Then Rex walked out of the house.
After two days in the camp, Rex could no longer sit still. He intended to go to Coilfang Reservoir and inspect it himself.
If possible, Rex still wanted to negotiate with the Naga.
The envoy he had sent last time had received a cold reception from the Naga. They had paid him little attention, and he had returned without learning much. It seemed that he had brought back little useful information, but that was not actually the case. The envoy had still brought Rex good news.
He had neither been injured nor come to any harm. That meant the Naga were wary of the Alliance.
They did not dare attack, and that was a