"Oh!" The old charlatan said nothing more after that. A while later, Sorens suddenly spoke again. "Right! If you hadn't mentioned money, I'd almost have forgotten. The first round of funding for the Magic Teleportation Calibration Point is nearly used up. You need to get the second round ready soon."
...Money! Money again! So you only have plenty to say when money comes up! Yu Lin Bloodhawk grumbled inwardly about the old charlatan. What has the world come to? Even a learned, respected researcher like him has become obsessed with money?
"Old man, I've realized you're even more money-grubbing than I am," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said. "But don't worry. All of Quel'Danil's financial resources can be directed toward funding that calibration point."
"Good!" With that, the old charlatan went back to ignoring Yu Lin Bloodhawk.
"Old man, so many High Elves have just moved to the Hinterlands. This is the perfect time to form a temple guard!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
"Yes, it is! The clerics are making preparations." The old charlatan was a man of few words. Like a square block of wood, he only turned over when pushed, leaving Yu Lin Bloodhawk grinding his teeth in frustration.
"How many men are you planning to recruit for the temple guard?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked.
"One regiment, the same size as the Quel'Danil City Guard." The old charlatan finally raised his head again. "Your Quel'Danil City Guard is recruiting right now, isn't it?"
"That's what the documents said when I read them at the harbor yesterday. But they haven't filled all the positions yet. They're still about two hundred short," Yu Lin Bloodhawk said. "I haven't had time to check on them. I came straight here after returning from Quel'Thalas."
"Then why did you come here instead of checking on