Although he did not know exactly what Isillien intended, at least on the surface, Isillien was still considering the Scarlet Crusade's interests, so Taelan could hardly question him too much.
Humans and Orcs had previously fought a bloody war. The Orcs had ravaged all of Stormwind City before turning north to attack the Kingdom of Lordaeron, slaughtering countless civilians. In those circumstances, the hatred between humans and Orcs had been irreconcilable. In the eyes of others who had blood feuds with the Orcs, Tirion Fordring's actions had amounted to betrayal.
Isillien was Taelan's teacher. Tirion Fordring had been exiled over the incident involving Eitrigg, and Isillien had been quite dissatisfied with what Tirion Fordring had done. Even so, he had continued to devote himself to guiding Taelan along the path of the Holy Light. In his heart, Taelan would never offend Isillien.
Sitting on his warhorse, Taelan gazed into the distance. He had already contacted the Blood Elves' Regent through his trinket, and Patrick Cabrolon, the Regent of Silvermoon City, had agreed to hold talks at their previously arranged meeting place. Yet Taelan felt increasingly uncertain about the future.
Caer Darrow Island.
"Regent of the Blood Elves, that should be enough, right? We don't need to breathe any more dragon breath, do we?" Saragoss, who had returned to human form, had plenty to complain about. He had come out to fight, thinking he would get to stretch his limbs, only to discover that his sole task was spitting. It was truly boring.
Patrick swept the area with his Spiritual Power. The innermost lava was encased in layers of cooled igneous rock. The lava inside had not cooled completely, and the dragon breath the Blue Dragons were breathing onto the outside had ceased to have any effect. "No need. Although