Why did elves always love setting conditions? I was clearly the one they needed to rely on now.
Rowan gave a slight nod, his expression solemn. "Speak freely, High Priestess Tyrande."
Tyrande turned her face away from Ysera and Rowan and shot Malfurion a fierce glare. "According to Lord Rowan's information, the descendants of the Highborne in the Eastern Kingdoms and Elisande's Nightborne are also forces the Armies of Legionfall could rally. But there is something Lord Rowan may not know. We Night Elves observe strict prohibitions. The Kaldorei regard arcane energy and spells as a blight that threatens our race's survival. If we are to join forces, we cannot be grouped with these two remnants of the Highborne. Please understand, Lord Rowan. I must consider the welfare of our people."
Her reasoning was sound and convincing. Rowan did not argue; instead, he accepted Tyrande's condition.
"Understandable, High Priestess. I will make the arrangements. After all, once the war begins in earnest, there will certainly be more than one battlefield."
With Rowan agreeing to her first condition, a polite smile appeared on Tyrande's composed face.
"Thank you for your understanding, Lord Rowan. But please hear my second condition."
"Go ahead."
Tyrande looked up at the towering tree above the Temple of the Moon, her gaze lingering briefly. Then she pointed toward the immense canopy to the north: Shaladrassil, the World Tree of Val'sharah.
"During the War of the Ancients, we Kaldorei lived around the Well of Eternity. That sacred lake once bestowed unrivaled power and a magnificent civilization upon us elves. I believe you are all familiar with that ancient history. Precisely for that reason, I hope Lord Rowan understands how important the ruins of the Well of Eternity beneath Mount Hyjal's ruins are to all of Azeroth. Though the