"I was thinking about how to feed more people," Yu Lin Bloodhawk answered absently, still lost in thought. He had stopped paying any attention to the people around him.
Alleria froze, and Daelin and Mez'dra were stunned as well.
So he really was thinking about how to take in the refugees! None of them spoke, waiting to see whether he could actually find a solution. Daelin, in particular, sincerely hoped that Yu Lin Bloodhawk could take in some of Proudmoore's refugees.
"Alleria, do you think we could buy some fruit or meat back home and ship it to the Hinterlands?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk suddenly asked.
"We probably could! But we might not be able to get very much..." Alleria said. She was not entirely confident, either. She was certain Yu Lin Bloodhawk would want to buy a great deal.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Do... do you still have any money?"
She had remembered her promise to the Old Cleric about funding his work.
Adding it all up, Yu Lin Bloodhawk was spending money everywhere, and it seemed he really had little left. The mechanized production project for the War God Armor cost the most, but there were also the Bowmaking Department that would soon be launched, the repair shipyard, the military harbor, the Temple already under construction, and the construction of Quel'Danil City. Every single one of those projects required a considerable sum. Perhaps there were still a few gold coins left from their last trip to Stranglethorn Vale to tide them over!
"Money..." Yu Lin Bloodhawk paused as well. "How about putting the Temple on hold for a while?"
The money that old charlatan spent pained him the most. Besides, he still had no idea how much the goblins would cost him later.
Alleria shook her