After spending a long time reviewing documents, Patrick rose and went out onto the balcony to stretch his somewhat aching shoulders. He had spent quite some time fighting away from home, and the Silvermoon Council had already decided most matters. Only certain documents concerning diplomacy and resolutions required Patrick's review. From the balcony, he could see the whole of central Silvermoon City, with the elves' activities below in full view.
"You only need to choose good generals. Why lead the soldiers into battle yourself?" Alleria had just entered. As the Regent's wife, she did not need to knock or bow like other elves. "As Regent of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, you now represent the nation. If something happened to you out there, what would our entire Council do?"
You don't understand. I dare to take risks because I have the skill, Patrick muttered inwardly. "The kingdom's various factions have only just begun to come together. I'm not confident in the army's fighting strength. Take the Dawn's Edge Burning Legion, for example. Its members come from the old Council families, and they've always been at odds with the Royalists and the common people at the bottom. How could I feel comfortable letting a mixed force like that go into battle unchecked?" Patrick was helpless too. That was how internal factional struggles worked; he could only take things slowly.
"But you can keep them in line for a while. Can you do it for their entire lives? You should let them gradually learn to work together on their own. By the way, the Quel'Thalas Memorial at the new Andilien Estate is finished. Do you need to go there personally to conduct the memorial ceremony?"
Andilien Estate marked the boundary between the Thalassian Path and the Thalassian Pass, and it was also an