Patrick kept the Floating City above Silvermoon City, where he could look down over the entire city and more easily send the troops under his command to rescue the elves.
"My people, now is not the time for sorrow. Our nation has just suffered a catastrophe. Settling our remaining people and stabilizing the current social situation must come first."
"My lord, we face no shortages of supplies." Quelrintis oversaw municipal affairs and naturally knew the Floating City's total stockpiles. "We never expected to use the supplies we prepared against the trolls and the Council at a time like this, though they now serve an important purpose."
Quelrintis felt somewhat sad. He had spent all this time relegated to service in the Sun Temple, and it would have been a lie to say he bore no resentment toward the elves' leaders. But his resentment did not extend to wanting all of Silvermoon City shattered.
"That human prince has already led the undead out of Eversong Woods. Send troops in my name to settle the civilians caught in the disaster there, and bring all the troops who have lost their commanders under a unified command. Have them rest and await orders." Patrick assigned tasks to all his subordinates. "Also, eliminate any elves taking advantage of the disaster to loot, along with any undead involved."
Everyone except the members of the Cabrolon family and the Windrunner family left to carry out their orders. Looking at those who knew him best, Patrick moistened his lips and continued, "Most elves are now displaced. We face another test when it comes to supplies, troops, and other such matters."
Alleria had clearly turned her grief and anger into hatred. "One day, I will kill Arthas Menethil with my own hands and avenge Sylvanas."
Sylvanas was indeed a