Alleria always harbored a certain resentment: "Is your brain made of arcane magic? Can't you see anything besides it?"
But she would not readily voice her complaints. While Patrick studied arcane magic, Alleria lay on a nearby lounge chair, resting quietly.
The Windrunner family was a great noble house, born to a privileged life, but its strict traditions had instilled a swift, decisive manner in all its members.
The female elf had not returned to Silvermoon City. She had also left affairs in the Life Forest to Hawkspear and a member of the direct line, so Alleria had little to worry about. Besides, winter was nearly over, temperatures had begun to rise, and troll activity had declined somewhat. There was nothing unreasonable about Alleria remaining at the Sun Temple to organize the troops and assist its lord in managing military affairs.
Galind Shalong and Elenora Yunji were the two representatives Alleria had appointed, so the female elf naturally found herself free to enjoy a long-overdue holiday.
Patrick, meanwhile, remained immersed in his magical experiments. Alleria was thoroughly accustomed to elven arcane spellcasters. There was no elven mage who was not obsessed with arcane magic; that was simply how the high elves of Quel'Thalas were.
During the day, Alleria handled routine military affairs in the barracks, while Patrick oversaw the Sun Temple's daily administration. Only in the evenings did the two have a chance to get together and talk freely about what they had gained that day.
The atmosphere throughout the Sun Temple was healthy, and society was developing rapidly. The clans under the Windrunners' control were all showing an inclination to seek their fortunes there. Although the Sun Temple stood close to the front lines, its elven population continued to grow. Patrick undertook extensive construction there, throwing himself into directing