Time was running short. At last, after looking at Patrick for a long while, Tyrande voiced her doubts. "Who exactly are you?"
Back in Outland, Tyrande had already heard of Patrick's reputation. During the Battle of the Sunwell, she had begun to suspect that Patrick seemed to have some connection to Elune, and over the years, she had learned a fair amount about him.
But now, Tyrande was certain that a High Elf could never enter the Emerald Dream, let alone know Xavius and the Emerald Dream so thoroughly. High Elves had no habit of using the Force of Nature. Viewed that way, Elune must have been helping Patrick from behind the scenes.
"You can think of me as Elune's divine emissary," Patrick said simply.
"That's impossible." Those simple words nearly crossed Tyrande's bottom line. As the Moon Goddess's high priestess, she had always considered herself Elune's divine emissary. Now another emissary had appeared. Were the High Elves and Night Elves going to fight another religious civil war?
"Don't be so sure of yourself. Nothing is impossible. I believe in your loyalty to Elune, but have you ever considered one thing? Since the War of the Ancients, Elune has had little further contact with the Night Elves. Have you never considered whether you yourselves did something wrong?"
Watching Tyrande's expression grow increasingly dark, Patrick continued, "I know you're steadfast in your faith, and you don't approve of magic. But have you ever considered the possibility of doing harm with good intentions?"
Finally, Patrick added fuel to the fire with another reminder. "The War of the Ancients, Sargeras's death-I trust those weren't coincidences. As for who did what behind the scenes, I believe the two people involved should know perfectly well. Sargeras certainly deserved to die, but why did you think