The only argument they could make was that the Draenei and the Eredar demons were of the same race. Quel'Thalas was full of mages who had spent years using and studying magic, making them natural enemies of the Eredar demons. There was some strained justification for Kael'thas subconsciously mistaking the Draenei for Eredar demons when he saw them.
But it was still a stretch. Such words would only fool children. If Velen were to speak for himself, he would probably say, "Are you blind? Can't you see this is a Holy Light vessel? Have you ever seen demons use the Holy Light?"
Indeed, the Holy Light the Draenei used differed from that of Lordaeron's paladins. Demons truly could not use their kind of Holy Light.
"Everyone, I mean nothing else by this. This proposal was made specifically for you, taking into account the particular circumstances of certain factions and powers. Whatever happened in the past, whoever was right or wrong, whatever disputes there were, let go of what you can. What you cannot let go of must still be set aside for now." Patrick made a point of clarifying. "I need you to think this over carefully, then give me an answer."
"How can you guarantee that?" Velen's expression shifted slightly, and an intense struggle raged within him. Kael'thas's earlier actions had nearly wiped out Velen's branch of the Draenei. How could Velen possibly trust Patrick Cabrolon, this High Elf, this highest-ranking noble of Silvermoon City, this man who held the real power in Quel'Thalas?
"Words won't help. Think about what happened to Dalaran." Patrick understood that whatever he said would sound threatening and targeted once it reached Velen's ears. He simply laid out the facts and let Velen think for himself. "The Arcane Pact's purpose is peaceful, stable development,