"I've discovered that my adjutant is quite famous," Lothar said with a laugh. "He seems to be better known than his marshal. Even quite a few of you High Elves know him."
"Hmm... well... perhaps it's because he's so handsome!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said, rubbing his nose. "Marshal Lothar, there's something I don't understand. Aren't you and the Little Prince afraid those old noble families will eventually turn you into figureheads?"
"Figureheads?" Lothar paused, taken aback.
"What I mean is..." Yu Lin Bloodhawk chose his words more carefully. "The Little Prince is still too young to handle affairs of state."
Lothar thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "They're still useful for now. But I can promise you that our warriors' blood will not have been shed in vain."
Yu Lin Bloodhawk did not open the letter Lothar had given him for Turalyon. The next day, he had a Wildhammer Dwarf Gryphon Rider carry him back to The Hinterlands.
Since Lothar said it was simple, why not leave him to sort it out? Why wade into that mess and give myself a headache? Besides, Yu Lin Bloodhawk genuinely had no desire to control the Kingdom of Stormwind Restoration Corps. Why bother meddling in all their affairs?
Lothar's promise that the warriors' blood would not have been shed in vain was enough. This was all he could do for his former subordinates. The rest was beyond his power.
I can only hope they get what they wish for someday! From this point on, the most he could do was mediate if disagreements arose between the two sides.
At Aerie Peak, Yu Lin Bloodhawk met with Mez'dra again, and they exchanged opinions and intelligence. Mez'dra had done a very good job with the preparations, but reconnaissance of the Durnholde Region was still