Stormwind City, the House of Lords.
"Grand Duke Bolvar, if you insist on sending troops, I will give you my full support. But you have seen this year's tax revenues yourself. We simply cannot afford to deploy a large army, and what good would sending a small force do? It would only invite ridicule. So my bottom line with the envoy is that we provide some supplies to aid the continental coalition, but no troops. We are not abandoning Ahn'Qiraj. We simply lack the means." Katrana presided over the House of Lords and knew the internal affairs of the entire Kingdom of Stormwind inside out. By raising issues such as taxes, transport, and supplies, she was retreating to advance, making Bolvar follow her lead.
Bolvar looked over the recent tax revenues and food allocations. Indeed, the situation was far from promising. Moreover, he noticed a massive shortfall in the food allocations outside Stormwind City, yet they had been marked as completed. Bolvar could not understand it. To him, marking the allocations as completed despite such a huge food shortfall was nothing short of dereliction of duty and falsifying records.
At this, Bolvar's expression darkened. "Then what is going on here? There is clearly still a shortfall, yet you recorded the allocations as completed. Where does that leave His Majesty Varian?"
Rather than growing angry, Katrana smiled. "Where does that leave His Majesty Varian? Are you certain you want to bring His Majesty the King into this?"
The other members of the House of Lords could no longer stand it. A white-haired member of Stormwind City's old nobility snapped coldly, "Bolvar Fordragon, you hold the exalted rank of grand duke of the Kingdom of Stormwind and command its armies, but power is not yours to flaunt."
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