Having High Mages oversee all national affairs was a fundamental policy of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas and a direct expression of its system of arcane governance. The most powerful spellcasters were pillars of High Elf society.
The brothers chatted back and forth. Patrick was stationed away from home and had returned only a few times over the past several years. This time, the two could catch up properly.
Personnel transfers and assignments within the clan were left to his older brother and father. With one brother handling external affairs and the other internal affairs, the entire Cabrolon family had a boundless future.
Patrick only needed to exchange ideas and plans with his father and older brother. They would take care of specific matters such as the family's personnel arrangements, without Patrick needing to make further arrangements himself.
By the time the meeting ended, the family's Sacred Ceremony was in full swing. Many distinguished noble families had received invitations, and his colleagues on the Council had also sent envoys to offer congratulations. The Royal Family was no exception, sending the head of intelligence, Vel'rilles Deep Shadow, as its envoy.
Members of the family were receiving the guests, none of whom could be slighted. Up on the raised platform, Patrick stood shoulder to shoulder with his father, looking down below.
"Well? Silvermoon City is a beautiful sight, isn't it?" Phil asked his younger son beside him as he watched their fellow elves reveling below.
"Beautiful, but danger lurks behind that beauty," Patrick replied firmly.
"Danger?" It was the first time Old Phil had heard that word used to describe Silvermoon City. "Why use the word danger? Eversong Woods has weathered thousands of years of storms. It has long since stood the test of time."
In the eyes of ordinary elves, beautiful