Alleria sat in her chair and listened to Sylvanas. This time, she really did not interrupt, but once Sylvanas finished, Alleria's brows drew into an even tighter frown.
"Sylvanas, repeat that whole string of winning and not winning you just mentioned. It sounds awfully complicated to me. Your bastard brother-in-law certainly couldn't have come up with it. It sounds more like a passage from a book on military strategy."
"It is military strategy..." Sylvanas murmured.
Despite how quietly Sylvanas spoke, Alleria heard her. She looked up and asked in puzzlement, "Didn't that bastard say he didn't know how to wage war? How does he know military strategy, then?"
"How would I know? Anyway, if you ask him for military strategy, he'll certainly say he doesn't know any, much less give you anything complete. It's only sometimes when we argue and he can't win that he starts grasping at excuses. That's when he occasionally comes up with a few lines. And... sometimes, when he's telling stories, he remembers a few to flesh them out..." As Sylvanas thought about it, she almost laughed again.
Sylvanas managed to hold it in, but Alleria, who had been trying to keep a stern face all along, could not help laughing.
Thinking it over carefully, she realized that bastard Yu Lin Bloodhawk really was like that. Whenever nothing was happening, he was always carefree and frivolous. Even in the Hinterlands, he was forever digging here and poking there, as though he never had any long-term plans for anything he did.
Most of the time, everything he did looked like a spur-of-the-moment decision to those around him. Whatever came to mind, he would do, but afterward, he soon forgot much of it.
Alleria had never been able to understand how Yu Lin Bloodhawk, with his maddeningly lazy