"My lord! Burning Legion Commander Alleria has requested thirty Gryphon Riders!" A Gryphon Rider landed on the deck and reported to Yu Lin Bloodhawk.
"Oh, then send them over! Leave matters like this to the Naval Staff from now on. No need to report to me." Nestled in a rocking chair on deck, Yu Lin Bloodhawk gazed at the stars without turning his head. "This war has nothing to do with me anymore. I'm going to enjoy myself."
"Yes, my lord!" The Gryphon Rider Bodyguard answered crisply, then turned and left. They had long since grown used to their lord's lazy attitude.
"Another thirty? What does she need so many Gryphon Riders for? How strange!"
After the Gryphon Rider Bodyguard left, Yu Lin Bloodhawk rocked comfortably back and forth in his chair, muttering to himself, "Forget it! I don't care! They can do whatever they like, as long as they don't drag me onto the battlefield."
A little while later, the Gryphon Bodyguard who had just left returned. "My lord, the Gryphon Rider who came back to report said the orcs may have retreated in too much of a hurry to take their catapults with them. Nearly a hundred have been abandoned at the orcs' Catapult Position outside Menethil City. Should we..."
"What?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk's eyes flew open, and he sprang to his feet.
The Gryphon Rider Bodyguard jumped in fright. "I wanted to ask... those orc catapults... do we... want them?"
"Yes! Of course we do!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk shouted excitedly.
Then his head suddenly drooped, and he sighed. "Ah! I'm afraid we're too late. That fellow Daelin is bound to snatch them up before we do..."
"Not yet, my lord! The rider said the fire in Menethil City won't go out for another two or three days.