A full hundred thousand people passed through Ban'ledor's runic barrier and entered Southern Eversong Woods.
Outside the Sun Sanctum, temporary tents crowded every clearing in the woods.
They had brought little food from Stratholme. By the time the people reached the Sun Sanctum, their supplies were nearly exhausted.
The food shortage weighed on Mograine until he could barely breathe. With no other choice, he swallowed his pride and sought out the Ranger-General, hoping she would lend them a hand once more.
Lives were at stake. These people had abandoned their homes in Stratholme, chosen to trust Mograine, and followed him into elven territory.
Now food was desperately short, and everyone was going hungry. If this continued, sooner or later they would all starve to death.
There were no guards around the sanctum itself. Its entire garrison had moved out to stand watch along the perimeter.
More than a hundred thousand people had now gathered in Southern Eversong Woods. If the Amani Trolls attacked, it would be a devastating catastrophe.
Sylvanas had dealt with Mograine several times during the Second Orcs War. They did not know each other well, but they were familiar faces.
"Greetings, Lord Mograine. The water problem has been resolved. The channels have been connected to the river to the north. By tomorrow, clean river water will flow past the sanctum's perimeter," Sylvanas said with a smile, setting down the report in her hand.
Mograine hesitated for a moment, then set his warhammer by the door.
"Thank you, General Sylvanas. We have no way to repay all you have done for us." Mograine placed his left hand over his chest and thanked Sylvanas with the highest courtesy a paladin could offer.
In Stratholme's darkest hour, its reinforcements had come not from Lordaeron's army corps, nor from the nobles