Although Daelin had received the elves' explanation, he still wanted to see whether he could persuade them to stay and help defend Menethil City.
The Elven Expeditionary Burning Legion's headquarters was not on shore, but aboard a Large Transport Ship. The vessel had a peculiar design, but it allowed fully laden Gryphon Riders to take off. The elves called it an aircraft carrier.
Daelin thought the name was novel, but certainly fitting, and he wanted an aircraft carrier like it himself. Unfortunately, although Proudmoore could build the ship, he had no gryphons or any other kind of flying mount with which to train flying forces.
He had made the same request of both the Wildhammer Dwarves and the elves, but both had politely refused. They felt they had too few gryphons even for their own forces, so Daelin had been too embarrassed to ask again. His desire to have flying forces, however, had never faded. On the contrary, it had only grown stronger.
As Daelin boarded the elves' aircraft carrier flagship floating near the harbor, filled with envy, a sharp-looking elf officer approached him.
"Admiral Daelin, welcome! What brings you here?" the elf officer asked warmly.
"I came to discuss some military matters with General Alleria," Daelin said, offering an excuse.
"General Alleria?" The enthusiastic elf officer paused in surprise. "She returned home a month ago with Lord Bloodhawk and Regiment Commander Sylvanas to handle urgent business. For now, the troops are under the Temporary Combat Command, made up of our Hinterlands Naval Chief of Staff Department and several senior officers from the Expeditionary Army Corps from Quel'Thalas. If you need anything, you can come with me to discuss it at the Temporary Combat Command. If that would be inconvenient, you can also wait until they return and speak to