Yu Lin Bloodhawk returned to his office and sat wearily at his desk, his brow furrowed and his eyes half closed. He rubbed his temples with both hands to soothe his nerves.
Although he had left the meeting early, that had merely allowed him to escape the oppressive atmosphere for a while. It had done nothing to solve any actual problems.
He knew those old-established nobles from the former Kingdom of Stormwind would eventually come here. They had keen political instincts, and the formation of the Kingdom of Stormwind Restoration Corps marked a milestone for a kingdom that had effectively already fallen.
Once the Kingdom of Stormwind Restoration Corps was fully formed and actually entered the battlefield, it would act like a shot in the arm, inspiring the surviving people of the fallen Kingdom of Stormwind who were living in exile across other nations.
That shot in the arm would spur those former subjects of the Kingdom of Stormwind to rise up and fight back. They surely wanted to return to their old homes, and surely had no wish to live under someone else's roof forever.
Perhaps that inspiration would lead to more and more new forces, more restoration corps for the Kingdom of Stormwind. Yet no other corps would ever have the same significance as this one, the same importance as a milestone. Precisely because it mattered so much, those old-established nobles would never let this opportunity slip away.
Naturally, Yu Lin Bloodhawk wanted to help his former subordinates, but he truly did not know how. Azeroth had its own rules, and humans had their own rules within their society.
He was only a High Elf, and there was little he could do. He had already told them everything he could offer, and had even handed them the authority