"Do you have that many people?" Mez'dra asked him. Has my elf friend gone mad? Why is he talking nonsense?
"Yes!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk answered without missing a beat. "The Hinterlands might be short on other things, but it has plenty of trolls!"
"Will they listen to you?" Mez'dra asked in bewilderment. There are plenty of trolls, true, but you'd be lucky if they didn't kill you. Why would they listen to you?
"They'll listen whether they like it or not! The carrot and the stick-a club to the head, then a sweet reward. Even if they refuse to submit, I'll make them!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk shouted.
"All right, then! When I get back, I'll send more craftsmen over to help you. Oh, and that liquor you said would set your throat on fire-get it made as soon as you can. They won't stay without something to drink!" Mez'dra said.
"Sure! Booze, right? Fruit wine, ale, beer, rum-I'll have it all! As much as they want, enough to get everyone drunk!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk shouted excitedly.
"You're making me want to come over myself..." Mez'dra murmured. He had noticed that whenever he discussed gold mines or valuable equipment with his elf friend, the fellow would start acting like a madman.
After seeing Mez'dra off, Yu Lin Bloodhawk remained in that excited state. Only three days later, when he received a letter from Sylvanas, did he finally calm down.
Sylvanas told him not to return to Quel'Thalas for any reason in the near future. His speech at Falthrien Academy had begun to cause a stir. The King and the Council had now ordered its dissemination suppressed, but a speech delivered before such a large audience had already spread everywhere. It could no longer be stopped.
Sylvanas believed that the high elves