Everyone understood what Patrick meant. Kul Tiras, Stromgarde, the Wildhammer Dwarves of Aerie Peak, and the Syndicate had naturally come prepared for this gathering in Quel'Thalas.
Patrick had informed them long ago about Quel'Thalas summoning Kil'jaeden, so no one was in a hurry. Besides, the Spatial Gateway had only just been constructed, and Kil'jaeden's summoning had only just begun. Things had not yet reached a moment of extreme crisis.
"I came here to confirm just one thing: how many of the terms you promised us will you fulfill?" The meeting had barely begun before Danath could not help raising the question. After returning to Azeroth and finding the entire Northern Continent in pieces, Danath had realized that Stromgarde needed a powerful backer if it was to stand independently on the Northern Continent again.
Moreover, for the three nations, including Kul Tiras, that backer could not harbor designs on them. Galin and the others had no desire to escape one predator only to fall prey to another, freeing themselves from the Alliance's control only to be annexed by Quel'Thalas.
"Are you worried I'll deceive you?" Patrick could not help finding it amusing, but merely asked Danath calmly in return.
Before Danath could answer, Idonis spoke from beside him. "As the Regent of Quel'Thalas, would Prince Cabrolon deceive you over such trifles? You seem to think far too highly of yourself."
The residents of Quel'Thalas had always looked down on humans, and as one of the kingdom's foremost nobles, Patrick represented the leanings of all Quel'Thalas through his words and actions.
"That was a poor choice of words on my part." Danath also realized that he had been too impatient and lost the composure expected of someone in leadership.
In truth, Danath could hardly be blamed. He had only just returned to