Tirion Fordring recounted his experiences over the years. Even now, he did not feel he had done anything wrong back then. Eitrigg had saved him when he was in danger, and there had been nothing wrong with upholding the virtues of a Paladin.
"Sir Tirion." Hearing Tirion Fordring's story in person was far more powerful than hearing it in the game. "As someone who took part in the Second War, I also believe you did the right thing."
Tirion looked toward Patrick. The human lord had never met the elves' Regent. "Who might this be?"
"Father, this is the Regent of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Patrick Cabrolon. He was also the one who discovered you were living here in seclusion," Taelan explained beside him.
"My respects to you, Your Highness, Regent of the elves," Tirion Fordring said respectfully. The loneliness of living alone in this quiet valley was easy to imagine, but for his faith in the virtues of a Paladin, Tirion Fordring had committed himself without hesitation, until now, when Patrick had brought Taelan Fordring to find him.
"Sir Tirion, there is no doubt that what you did was not wrong. But have you ever considered why the jury at the time found you guilty?"
Archbishop Alonsus Faol had personally presided over Tirion Fordring's Consecration Ritual, and he had also been one of the jury members who judged Tirion. Tirion Fordring alone had fully put Alonsus Faol's ideals of virtue into practice, yet in the Court of Judgment, Alonsus Faol had found Tirion guilty. Even now, Tirion might still not know the reasons behind it all.
"By your ideals, you were right. There is no question about that." Patrick first affirmed Tirion, but he also had to point out something everyone had overlooked. "By the time you met Eitrigg,