Waiting at sea always felt particularly long. Although only a day or two remained, to Salorian Dawnseeker, it felt like years. He was already impatient to attack.
Patrick also came up onto the deck at afternoon tea to gaze into the distance. Looking out over the sea truly filled him with boundless ambition.
Life in Quel'Thalas was affluent, and life at sea was very comfortable. Since Patrick himself was aboard the mothership, and the members of the Council all knew the Regent liked tea, they had even assigned a tea chef specifically to the aircraft carrier.
The elves who had once worked at the Sun Temple had also compiled and published a book detailing Patrick's former daily habits and his habits when studying arcane magic.
Many elves wanted to replicate Patrick's success in studying arcane magic. Patrick seemed to have found a smooth road for other elves to follow. Those devoted to arcane studies began imitating him, and for a time, Quel'Thalas had fewer pleasure-seeking mages and more mages diligent enough to shut themselves away to study.
Patrick paid it little mind. Imitation came from admiration in their hearts. Those elves all wanted to be like Patrick: build a floating city, enter the Council, become a councilor, and reach the pinnacle of life.
"Lord Regent." Patrick saw that the visitor was Matthis-Flame Hawk. Flame Hawk had been hesitant and timid ever since coming aboard, as though something was on his mind, but Patrick had not asked.
"This isn't like you, Mathis." Without even raising his eyes, Patrick lifted a steaming cup of Bloodthistle Tea and slowly savored it in the sea breeze.
"Lord Regent, there are some matters I wish to report to you." Mathis was still hemming and hawing, making it difficult to understand what exactly he wanted to