The human soldier brought in a terribly frail human man dressed in beggar-like rags. A foul stench immediately billowed out of the room.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk frowned and studied him for a long while, unable to find any trace of the man he remembered. "Are you Tom, the innkeeper?" he asked uncertainly.
The human beggar raised his head in surprise. After staring at Yu Lin Bloodhawk for a moment, he said, "You... you're the honored Elf lord?"
"It really is you?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk was even more startled. "How did you end up like this?"
"Are you really the Baron, my lord?" Tom dropped to his knees and burst into tears.
"Oh, come on, you're a grown man. What are you crying for? Get up and talk!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
"Yes! Yes, my lord..." Tom stood up, sobbing.
"Tell me, how did you all end up like this? Didn't I have Fourteen tell you ages ago? If the war reached your home and you had nowhere to go, you could come to me," Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked.
Through his sobs, Tom told his story.
At first, they had not believed the war would reach them. Later, more and more refugees poured into Westfall. Some came from Darkshire, some from Lakeshire in the Redridge Mountains, and others from Goldshire. People from villages all over the countryside arrived one group after another.
Stormwind City was overcrowded and had closed its gates to refugees, so they had no choice but to flee west into Westfall. As more and more people arrived, news of the war became increasingly clear. Short of clothing and food, the refugees began fighting over provisions. Robberies and other crimes became commonplace until the situation finally spiraled out of control.
The innkeeper had done quite a bit of business