It was not that he lacked sympathy. There were simply too many refugees, so many that people had grown numb to such things.
Some might say that unless they failed to see it, they would always step in. Yu Lin Bloodhawk had always scoffed at people like that. He did not believe they would help every beggar they happened to encounter on the street.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk would even maliciously wonder whether they would help an elderly person who had fallen in the street. Even in peacetime, the beggars alone could overwhelm them. And this was wartime, when most of a nation's people were fleeing their homes and becoming refugees. How many could they possibly help?
Everywhere he looked, there were refugees. Once the war dragged on and food supplies grew even tighter, bloodshed over a piece of steamed bread would no longer be a joke. Besides, he was a High Elf now, not even the same race as these blond-haired, blue-eyed humans. If these humans looked more like people from China, perhaps he would give it more consideration. Yes! Only perhaps!
"I'll behave. I'll be really good!" the little girl said. "I can wash clothes and cook, too. My brother can fish."
"Fish? You know how to fish?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked, looking at the little boy in surprise.
Fishing was a skill in Azeroth, too. Not everyone knew how to do it; someone had to teach them.
"Yes, I can catch sea fish, too!" the little boy said. "My dad used to be a fisherman."
"Then why aren't you fishing? How did you end up starving like this?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked in puzzlement. "There's such a big lake here, and there's a large river behind the town."
"This lake belongs to the noble lords in Tarren Mill.