To Anasterian, it was only a matter of time before Patrick Cabrolon rose to the pinnacle of elven society. Yet this young elf gave him a sense of composure, a composure so deep it was frightening. The best course was to give him more responsibilities, and more obligations.
Having him lose himself in the Council's political whirlpool seemed the best approach to Anasterian, but Patrick had no desire whatsoever to accept the "exalted" position of chairman of the Council. This inevitably sowed misgivings in Anasterian's heart. This newly appointed chairman was too composed, too indifferent to fame and fortune, too devoid of weaknesses. What exactly was he plotting?
Even taking the most extreme possibility, did he intend to challenge royal authority? The old king hurriedly drove that frightening thought from his mind. The Sunwell had always been controlled by the Sunstrider Royal Family, and other families had been denied any chance to meddle with it. Holding the Sunwell meant the Sunstriders already stood undefeated throughout Quel'Thalas. As the head of a rising family, Patrick Cabrolon would not be so foolish as to directly challenge the authority of the Sunstrider Royal Family within the kingdom.
The old king looked over the intelligence on Patrick Cabrolon. Firecolor-Magic Seal had begun gathering all available information on him from the moment Patrick first distinguished himself at the Sun Temple. Yet he had never done anything out of line. Even when he later established the Floating City, he had proceeded steadily, step by step, acting in accordance with the laws of Quel'Thalas without leaving a single opening.
And precisely because of that, the lack of any opening was itself the greatest opening. Anasterian did not dare place his complete trust in Patrick either. The best choice remained to listen to his words and watch his