An'owyn, Moon Crystal Temple.
"My lord, if you do this, won't we be branded traitors?" The old butler pleaded at Dar'Khan's side, hoping to persuade him to abandon this mad plan.
"We are not betraying our country. We are simply taking back what was ours to begin with, in our own way." A trace of ruthlessness appeared on Dar'Khan's face. The madness in his eyes did not fade under the butler's persuasion; instead, hatred drove it to even greater heights.
Whenever he thought of his Drathir Family, Dar'Khan felt wave after wave of hatred surge uncontrollably into his heart.
He had assisted Chairman Senyor Sunwing for years. As far back as when Patrick Cabrolon became a Councilor, he had followed Senior's wishes and put obstacles in the new Councilor's way. Later, when he learned of the Orc army's invasion, he had not sent a single soldier to provide support. His actions had led to the annihilation of Goldenmist Village and shaken the Drathir Family's power. But what had he received in return for all those sacrifices? Nothing. Not only had he received no reward, he had nearly destroyed the Drathir Family with his own hands.
Yet Senyor Sunwing had not rewarded him in the slightest. Instead, while his family's foundations were unsteady and its various businesses were suffering losses, Senyor had found an excuse to absorb the Drathir Family into the Sunwing Family. Dar'Khan laughed. All his unwavering loyalty had earned him was annexation and betrayal by those above him. How could he possibly swallow that?
The thought of Goldenmist Village's hellish devastation filled Dar'Khan with even greater anguish. "I'll make you pay, Senyor Sunwing, Greenville Morningwalker, Bridges Dawnwind. And you, Patrick Cabrolon. Every last one of you will pay."
After the Orc war, Dar'Khan had publicly announced that all