Seeing that Patrick merely responded with a faint smile, Councilor Oaks continued, "You must have already noticed the Council's failings. I can see that you don't want to develop alongside those Councilors who stand in your way. That will let me rest easy after I'm gone."
By this point, Councilor Oaks's meaning was already quite clear. He worried that after his death, Dawnblade would be swallowed up by the Council's other families, and wanted Patrick to secretly lend the Dawnblade Clan a hand. The old mage was the patriarch Dawnblade had relied on for thousands of years, and he had spent his entire life striving for its sake.
"But I have one condition," Patrick stated directly. Indeed, as long as those Councilors did not openly turn hostile, Patrick had no desire to return to Silvermoon City to develop his power. That would only restrict his progress and leave him afraid to act.
Out here, at least most powers could not infiltrate the Sun Temple, and he could focus on building his strength and laying foundations for the future. At the very least, he wanted more elves to survive the Second and Third Wars, so they would not end up in the miserable situation of later years.
The enemies ahead were powerful-extremely powerful. In the turbulent world of Azeroth, legendary figures were everywhere, immortals were worth less than dogs, and even demigods could not escape falling.
The old mage was inwardly delighted. Setting a condition meant Patrick had agreed. "Please, Councilor Patrick, go ahead."
"I want Quel'Thalas's large-scale floating technology," Patrick stated his request directly.
"That is no problem at all. The cooperation agreement we drew up before remains in effect. I hope future discussions of cooperation between our two families will go ever more smoothly." The old mage's smile deepened,