Taelan led the Scarlet Crusade back to Hearthglen along the same route. Everyone was rather silent along the way, while Taelan was still recalling memories of his father, the fanaticism in his eyes slowly fading.
But his adjutant remained indignant. "General, why should we negotiate with those heretics? They even joined forces with those filthy undead. That goes against our teachings of the Holy Light."
Taelan could not even be bothered to respond. This confidant of Isillien's had been thoroughly brainwashed. All they had left was fanatical worship of the Holy Light and endless adoration of Isillien.
"General, you need to explain this matter to the Grand Inquisitor yourself when we return. Your conduct is not the way an upright paladin should handle things." The adjutant continued his persistent "admonishments."
But he had not noticed at all that Taelan had already broken free of Isillien's delusions.
Taelan was growing impatient and casually found an excuse to put him off. "Their leader is the Regent of Quel'Thalas. If you object, you can go back and declare war on the elf regent while shouting in the name of the Holy Light. When that happens, I certainly won't be collecting your ashes."
That was indeed the truth. The adjutant also knew that their men were no match at all for the blood elves and the Forsaken, but he could not resign himself to watching Andorhal fall into someone else's hands.
But what could I do? Taelan sighed inwardly. The Scarlet Crusade had become what it was now. Even if he had come to his senses, things had already reached this point. How could he alone turn around the entire Scarlet Crusade's distorted beliefs?
Only then did Taelan understand why Maxwell Tyrosus had left with his followers to establish the Argent Dawn in the