The grain sacks were opened one by one, and the Kirin Tor mages placed mana-feeding crystals above them, testing each in turn.
Jaina and Rhonin were also at the inspection site. After hearing that Rowan had run into trouble in Southshore, they had used a Long-Distance Teleportation Spell to reach Lordaeron overnight.
With two High Archmages present, the tense atmosphere eased somewhat.
The Lordaeron soldiers who had been following Rowan instinctively took several steps back.
Two hours later, the inspection drew to a close.
"For this plague inspection, the Kirin Tor has maintained a fair and impartial stance in examining the four granaries. The results in my hands apply only to the grain remaining in these warehouses. As for the plague outbreaks in several villages and towns around Southshore, these results cannot serve as evidence of how those outbreaks began, nor will they substantiate any claims concerning them. We are responsible only for the samples we tested." Although Modera was already over forty, her skin was still as fair as a young girl's.
Nourished by magic, she had retained the appearance of an eighteen-year-old.
The thought that Jaina could still be this beautiful at fifty stirred something in Rowan, as though it catered to some peculiar taste of his.
Modera was meticulous in her approach. As a member of the Council of Six, she held firmly to her position. Dalaran had always remained neutral in the politics of the Alliance nations. It would not blindly take sides.
They muddied the waters during a crisis. Put kindly, they avoided offending anyone. Put bluntly, they lacked a sense of responsibility.
Rowan had never expected the Council of Six to uphold justice for him. They were all adults, and everyone understood what was going on.
Terenas only wanted to deflect the tensions within