"From what we've observed over the past two days, the Trolls seem to be targeting lynxes." Sylvanas was also a high-ranking Ranger, so her eyesight was naturally beyond question.
Sylvanas had seen the Trolls carrying tightly bound lynxes into the green mist. She reckoned they were using the lynxes to draw out the Animal God that protected them. Sacrificing to Animal Gods was a Troll tradition, and every Elf knew these old enemies they had fought for thousands of years very well.
"Yes, General Sylvanas is right. We need to change our usual tactics and go from defense to taking the initiative." Patrick voiced his agreement. The scent of Arcane Energy spilled from his body, refreshing the Elves present.
Sylvanas looked at Patrick and thought, The little mage my sister hid away really isn't bad.
"Then let's agree on a plan." Alleria was still in command, and she now began exercising her role as commander.
The final decision was still to lead a force out, but there was one point Alleria disagreed with: Sylvanas going to the Troll camp as well.
The two female Elves argued, neither willing to give way. Alleria's reason was that the front line needed someone in command, and Sylvanas had extensive experience from her long service there. Sylvanas's reason was that they had to do everything they could to thwart the Trolls' plot this time. A Troll ritual on such a scale was no small matter, and one more person meant one more measure of assurance.
Neither could persuade the other, no matter what she said. Finally, they both looked at Patrick, their two pairs of eyes seeming to say, "It's up to you to decide."
Patrick looked at both female Elves and felt a headache coming on, but still gave his opinion. "Sebunwa,