As the last surviving member of the High Elves' royal family, Kael'thas naturally could not afford to have unremarkable political instincts. His decision was significant. At the very least, he was an elf who understood Patrick's intentions. Under the long-term plan drawn up earlier, the establishment of Maranor Harbor and Dal Harbor would give Quel'Thalas-or rather, the Arcane Pact-permanent territory in Northrend.
Quel'Thalas led the Arcane Pact anyway, so it made no difference whose territory it was called.
"Maranor Harbor is quite nice." The deep-sea enchantress Vashj swayed her serpentine tail as she approached Patrick, with her two chief lackeys, Naj'entus and Karatheris, following behind her. "'Harbor' has quite a Kaldorei feel to it. Are you proclaiming the Arcane Pact to be the Kaldorei of ancient times?"
Thalassian had evolved from the ancient elven language in the first place. Even the Night Elves' Darnassian resembled that ancient tongue, just as Thalassian did. Vashj gave Patrick a meaningful look. After all, the Naga, High Elves, and Highborne had all descended from the ancient Kaldorei. In a sense, the principal members of the present Arcane Pact were the divided branches of the Kaldorei.
Patrick met Vashj's gaze without the slightest evasion. "Ten thousand years have passed. Why have the differences between us remained unresolved? As the former Regent of Quel'Thalas and the current special councilor of the Council, I believe our alliance should seek common ground while setting aside differences, rather than emphasizing individuality. As an alliance, what we need is to unite, not each go our own way."
"That was true of the Kaldorei ten thousand years ago, and it was equally true of humanity's Empire of Arathor several thousand years ago. I believe all of you have clearly seen the consequences of a divided society."
"You intend to bring us