Tyrande seemed unreasonable on the surface, but Rowan understood perfectly well.
As a leader, Tyrande had a clear understanding of her people.
With the Burning Legion's invasion surging in, the Armies of Legionfall plan had to proceed. Across all of Azeroth, any intelligent race that remained outside the Allied Forces was either foolish or malicious.
Precisely because Tyrande knew she had to join the Allied Forces, she had to do everything she could at this stage to secure benefits for her people.
Like a sophisticated self-seeker, Tyrande had simply extended that self-interest to her entire race.
"Tell me, if Tyrande knows what the plan entails, why is she so stubbornly testing my patience?" Rowan walked through Cenarion Grove with Ysera, enjoying the pleasant weather as they discussed Tyrande's actions.
Ysera had returned to the reflection of the Dreamgrove. In a place like Val'sharah, where nature's power was abundant, a gentle aura of nature once again shrouded her body.
"Tyrande has always been like this. Back during the War of the Ancients, she was the representative who negotiated terms with us Dragon Aspects, too," Ysera replied, untroubled by Tyrande's reaction.
Rowan chuckled and said with some resignation, "Honestly, there's nothing wrong with thinking that way. Taking responsibility for your people is an honorable thing. But threatening me with these baseless conditions feels a little too clever for her own good."
Ysera's faint eyebrows rose slightly, and two nimble larks landed on her shoulders.
"Do you really think she's just trying to be clever?"
"Uh... I just think we don't have time to keep dancing around this," Rowan said.
Ysera nodded and waved away the birds and animals gathered around her, sending them out of this part of the grove.
"That's true. But Tyrande likes taking unconventional approaches. Once she wants something,