Rex and Thrall's meeting could be described as a very pleasant one.
Fundamentally, there was no conflict between the two sides.
When Rex spoke with Thrall, he would not begin by questioning him outright. Such an approach was far too crude. Speaking was an art, after all. Sometimes, being blunt not only failed to produce good results, but brought about very bad consequences instead.
As far as Thrall was concerned, if Rex had begun by challenging him outright...
Then Rex would certainly have been courting death. If Thrall had been an ordinary person, it would not have mattered.
But could Thrall's status possibly have been ordinary? That was simply impossible.
Thrall was the chieftain of the orcs, the Warchief of the Horde, its true leader.
With his position, Thrall could never have remained indifferent if Rex openly challenged him. He would certainly have answered back.
After all, Thrall's status demanded it. He was the Warchief of the Horde. If Rex overwhelmed him and left him unable to answer, it would prove only one thing: that the Horde was inferior to the Alliance. However much Thrall loved peace, that love held only so long as no one crossed the line in his heart.
If someone crossed that line, Thrall could never remain indifferent. He would inevitably strike back.
For Thrall, the situation before him touched precisely that line. He would never admit that the Horde was inferior to the Alliance.
Thrall had always fought for the Horde. Though he was kind, kindness was not all there was to him. He had no aversion to war. In the twenty-odd years since his birth, he had experienced far too many wars. It could almost be said that, ever since leaving Durnholde Keep, he had scarcely known a moment's peace. Most of his time