"He's in..." The elderly human mage stopped short.
"I'll ask the king of Quel'Thalas to demand that Dalaran hand him over," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said when the old man fell silent. "If the king won't go, my army will. I imagine a hundred Dalaran mages, even novice ones, should be enough to ransom one Wretched!" he threatened.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk felt that he was in the right. He wasn't afraid of them, either, especially here within Quel'Thalas. Whatever else the Wretched might be, he was still a High Elf. Even if he had gone mad, that hadn't changed. In other words, he was a citizen of Quel'Thalas, and Dalaran had no right to detain him.
The Quel'Thalas of today was not the Quel'Thalas of after the undead invasion. He didn't believe Dalaran would dare detain that Wretched the way they had openly imprisoned Prince Kael'thas. If they did, he certainly wouldn't mind kidnapping a few Dalaran spellcasters. An archmage was beyond him, but he was confident he could abduct a few novice or intermediate mages.
To Yu Lin Bloodhawk, this was nothing more than retaliation in kind. You imprison a citizen of my country, and I'll kidnap your mages. A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood-otherwise, people would think he was an easy target. Beyond that, though, the more important reason was that he didn't want humans learning prematurely about the High Elves' fatal weakness: Arcane Concealment.
"Uh..." The elderly human mage was left almost speechless.
The elf mages stared, dumbfounded. Baron Bloodhawk really dared to say anything, but he was terribly reckless. His argument was shameless, downright thuggish.
"Hmph! Dalaran isn't your Quel'Thalas!" the arrogant mage sneered.
"Is that so?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk narrowed his eyes, and his figure gradually blurred and vanished.
"A rogue?" the arrogant mage