"As you can see, Master Mage..." Lord Aedelas Blackmoore said with a pained expression. "The harvest was poor this past year... The farmers may well go hungry in the days ahead, so, about the taxes, could you perhaps..."
"Judging by this cup of black tea you served me, things don't seem to be quite as you describe!" Karin set down his tea and spoke calmly.
According to Blackmoore's introduction just now, this black tea came from the ice fields of Khaz Modan and was extremely expensive!
"Well..." Blackmoore looked somewhat embarrassed.
Mages needed money to live, too, and Dalaran's territories naturally levied taxes.
The vast stretch of land south of the Alterac Mountains and west of the Arathi Highlands nominally belonged to the Kingdom of Dalaran. The two human kingdoms of Alterac and Stromgarde had disputed their borders for hundreds of years, even engaging in several small-scale clashes... Yet throughout all that time, neither kingdom had dared encroach on a single inch of Dalaran's land to the south or west.
Kel'Thuzad was too aloof, while Khadgar seemed far too unreliable, so Archmage Antonidas had entrusted this task to Karin.
Lord Aedelas Blackmoore was a young human in his twenties, his face full of sincerity and honesty. He was currently the lord of Durnholde Keep and its surrounding farms... Of course, many years later in Karin's previous life, when these farms were designated as an Alliance internment camp for orcs, he had naturally become its commander!
Aedelyn Blackmoore was his father. During his lifetime, he had been a high-ranking officer in Lordaeron's army, at one point attaining the rank of general. But he had become infamous for treason. When Aedelas was still very young, Aedelyn had been sentenced to death for selling state secrets... Aedelas had been affected as well, forced