"Oh!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk seemed to have only just remembered something. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the lord of Quel'Danil, and the owner of this harbor. A few days ago, my subordinates told me that some people wanted to see me. Some wanted to ask why I wouldn't let them into Quel'Danil City, and others were cursing me. Wanting to see me or ask why I wouldn't let you into Quel'Danil City, I can understand. But cursing me? That I don't understand."
Yu Lin Bloodhawk feigned distress. "In all fairness, I haven't wronged you, have I? You left Quel'Thalas with nowhere to go, and I gave you food, shelter, and supplies. I haven't taken a single copper coin from you, have I? So what gives you the right to curse me? I paid for those things myself. It's not as though I picked up rubbish and tossed it to you! I won't insist on gratitude, but at the very least, you shouldn't be cursing me!"
The elves below whispered among themselves, the crowd stirring noisily, but not one of them spoke up.
"I'd like to ask you all something. Do I, Yu Lin Bloodhawk, owe you anything? Did I owe money to all of you back when I was Baron Bloodcherry? Surely not! I may be just a minor baron, a small-time merchant, a nobody, but my business reputation is fairly good. I've racked my brains and still can't think of any esteemed personage I owe such a huge sum to. So I've spent these past few days scrambling to raise money. Thousands of people coming to collect debts! The worry has turned my hair white! After working myself to death, I finally raised the money today. Only then did I dare come out to meet you!" Yu Lin