Yu Lin Bloodhawk understood as soon as he heard it. Wasn't this just Azeroth's version of the relationship between the Communists and the Kuomintang? It wasn't complicated! Why hadn't I thought of it? Other people grew wiser with age, so why was I getting more confused?
It seemed Quel'Danil could not attend the Alliance Meeting as an independent entity. It had to let the Quel'Thalas delegation negotiate on its behalf. This was a major issue, not merely a matter of what name they used.
If they attended the conference under Quel'Danil's name alone, that would mean Quel'Danil did not belong to Quel'Thalas. If a conflict broke out with the humans in the future, Quel'Thalas would have no grounds to send troops to help Quel'Danil.
The reverse was quite different. If a conflict arose in the future, an attack on Quel'Danil would be an attack on Quel'Thalas. Even if the King and the Silvermoon Council did not want to send troops to help then, they would not be able to withstand public pressure at home.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk believed they had to cling tightly to Quel'Thalas as their powerful backer. They could not imitate Taiwan's willful, childish temper.
Quel'Thalas might not have the motherly patience of the mainland, always coaxing a sulking child with sweets. If Quel'Danil actually dared to throw a tantrum, there was probably well over a ninety-percent chance that Quel'Thalas would immediately sever all ties. That was not what Yu Lin Bloodhawk wanted.
Besides, his purpose in coming to the Hinterlands had always been to prepare a place for the people of Quel'Thalas to evacuate to in the future. It was like the Kuomintang's retreat to Taiwan back then, except he intended to be better prepared than they had been.
This was no joking matter. The Quel'Danil Council