At his father's words, Reno gave a bleak smile. "For my sins, I would rather die in battle."
Tirion and the others had long since exposed the culprit behind the corruption of the leadership, but Reno could never escape responsibility for killing his father and keeping the truth from everyone. Dying in battle was his best choice. At least if he died fighting the Scourge, he would be buried as someone who had fallen for his country, rather than live on as a penitent bearing a lifelong stain.
"After we repelled Arthas's attack, the Silver Hand received Regent Cabrolon's proposal. Quel'Thalas also hopes to send troops on a northern expedition against the Scourge. Before we even came to the monastery, the first group of warriors for the expedition had already sworn their oaths at the Chapel of the Crimson Flame and boarded a ship bound for Northrend. Our vengeance against Arthas is about to... begin."
After a pause, Tirion Fordring looked at everyone and said firmly, "My fellow people of Lordaeron, please put aside those extremist ideas. Our infighting will only make the betrayer on the Frozen Throne sneer at us. Destroying the Scourge and reclaiming Lordaeron are what ultimately matter most."
"Our Archbishop has returned, and the former Princess Menethil has come back to us as well. What reason do we still have to fight one another? Joining hands and destroying the Lich King must be our first task."
Tirion looked at Reno. "Reno, since you insist on this, when the time comes, you will serve as the vanguard of our Regular Army in the decisive battle against the Scourge. If you survive the fighting, you may also return to Light's Hope Chapel and live in peace."
"I will fight until I shed my last drop of blood." Reno