Scarlet Warships

"Rend, tell the two ladies about Southshore's defenses." Mayor Mareb's eyes were full of smug satisfaction.

Marcus Redpath straightened up, looking even more spirited. Sylvanas could tell that he was an experienced warrior, but that certainly did not show in dealing with the Forsaken, much less in the naval battle that lay ahead.

"Ladies, although Southshore is only a small town, it is the Alliance's largest settlement in Hillsbrad. The King has stationed an Alliance guard here. At the same time, Southshore's armed civilian vessels patrol the sea lanes, ensuring the safety of these waters and allowing merchant ships to reach the town's docks safely. Therefore, we are confident that we can defeat any invading enemy."

"But have you considered—" Jaina was about to refute Rend. This man was making the matter far too simple. Before meeting Mareb, she and Sylvanas had inspected the defenses here. To be honest, all the artillery here combined might not equal what a single Forsaken warship carried. But Sylvanas cut her off.

The Female Elf tugged at her arm and took over. "What you plan to do is your own business, but Southshore's residents are innocent. There are so many elderly people, women, and children here. You cannot risk putting them in the midst of war. At the very least, they should be sent to Theramore for refuge. They can return after the war is over."

"If we can win anyway, why make such a fuss?"

With a deafening bang, nearly everyone in the hall jumped. Sylvanas clenched her hand into a fist and smashed a crack into the desk. Mareb was so startled that he stood up and hurriedly backed away.

The Female Elf glared viciously at him. She had no desire whatsoever to look at Mareb's irritating face.

"Can you guarantee that