For Patrick, the Blood Elves had never been short of enemies to deal with, and Kil'jaeden had always been one of them. Patrick had long since made plans concerning Kil'jaeden. Demons would never be friends of Quel'Thalas.
Although the demons of the Burning Legion granted mortals power, what they took away was far more precious than power. As one of the Burning Legion's two foremost figures, Kil'jaeden absolutely could not be trusted.
To truly plan for the future, he had to proceed cautiously, looking ten steps ahead for every step he took. In a world like Azeroth, who knew what would happen tomorrow? What was more, Patrick bore the burden of an entire race. In Silvermoon City now, Patrick's prestige was no lower than that of the Sunstrider family, especially among the commoners. Patrick, the newly appointed Regent and Quel'Thalas's finest Arcanist, enjoyed a very high reputation among them. His rise had also brought a group of new nobles to prominence, making the name Patrick Cabrolon resound throughout Quel'Thalas.
For now, setting aside my relationship with Prince Kael'thas, I can discuss it once I reach Outland and find the Prince. For the moment, I can only plan the future slowly. I cannot seek shortcuts or afford the slightest oversight. I have to keep my feet firmly on the ground.
Shortcuts? There are no shortcuts in this world. Most supposed shortcuts lead you astray, and the rest lead to dead ends. Success can only be achieved one step at a time.
Life at sea was monotonous, and there really was little to do. After his conversation with Mathis, Patrick often sank into deep thought, leaving everything else entirely to Alleria and the Military Department.
The earlier plan had already established the broad approach to the offensive. As for the details