After finishing, Patrick headed straight out with Tandred, Galin, and the others, while Alonsus Faol, Tirion Fordring, and Taelan followed him out as well.
Tandred, Galin, and the others had not spoken a single word throughout the meeting. Before the leaders of Azeroth's various powers, they really had little standing to speak.
He had originally been merely Daelin's second son. The eldest son and heir, Derek, had died in the Orcs War, burned to nothing by a blast of dragonfire from a red dragon and lost forever to the sea, while Jaina had killed Daelin and led away the troops under his command.
With the kingdom in pieces, he could only step forward himself and save all of Kul Tiras from the brink of collapse.
As for Galin, he had only the title of prince, which at most made him equivalent to a high-ranking official of the former Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Duke Falconcrest had even less right to speak. Who among those present did not know what sort of organization the Syndicate was? When Duke Falconcrest had followed Patrick into the hall, Varian's and Thrall's expressions had visibly changed, and the other leaders had involuntarily given him another look.
The Alliance had SI:7, and the Horde had Forsaken sentries. Both sides knew at least something about this Syndicate leader.
Events had clearly gone beyond what Varian, Thrall, and the others had expected. Watching Patrick and Alonsus leave, Varian said, "Are we just going to let them leave like that?"
"What harm would there be in visiting the Isle of Quel'Danas?" Jaina said with a smile. "Come on, let's follow them."
"The matter of Kil'jaeden is critically important. We must go in person to guard against any eventuality." Tyrande was supremely confident. In Azeroth, she had nothing to fear. "That little