After returning to Zuldazar, Talanji shut herself away in a small room.
Talanji knew Rowan had let her leave not because Kul Tiras truly needed reinforcements from the Zandalari Empire, but because he had other considerations.
During her stay in the Morris Industries District, what struck Talanji most deeply was its warm, united atmosphere. She had never seen anything like it in Zandalar.
Ever since Zandalar was founded in ancient times, war had meant little to the kingdom's ordinary people beyond family members leaving to fight and having to pay a few extra taxes.
The people did not know why wars began or what they were fighting for. They simply handed the right to wage war over to the royal family of their own accord, then waited at home for news of victory.
After a victory, the Royal Court would hold a grand celebration in Dazar'alor, and people from all across Zandalar would attend.
What the people most wanted to see was their sons, husbands, and brothers returning triumphant with spoils of war.
Or perhaps all they would receive was a death benefit and a share of the spoils.
That was all victory meant to them.
But the people of Morris and the rest of Kul Tiras saw things differently.
They were driven and optimistic, working hard every day for the war effort.
To them, war was neither a means for the royal family to expand its territory nor a way for the Family Council to secure its interests.
War was intimately connected to every person in Kul Tiras.
An army, compared with an army supported with everything an entire nation's people could give-the difference between the two was precisely what Talanji needed to consider.
As night fell, Talanji's young maid, Tina, brought her dinner.
"Your Highness, General Dak'uru has