The atmosphere in the hall grew somewhat strange at that moment. In truth, from an onlooker's perspective, Daelin, Varian, and Caliea were being rather too harsh. Anyone unaware of the circumstances who witnessed this scene would certainly have thought a group of rulers was bullying a pitiful man.
But looking further back into history, Gilneas had absolutely brought its current plight upon itself. When the War Against the Undead had only just begun, Genn had already started building the Greymane Wall. Worse still, without informing his allies, he had withdrawn the Grey Wolves Brigade defending The Sepulcher, causing the Fourth Legion to be almost completely wiped out and nearly getting Gath'riss killed on the front lines.
That was not even mentioning how Genn and Arugal had deliberately released uncontrollable, infectious Worgen into Silverpine Forest.
More importantly, if the defenses around The Sepulcher had held, the situation on the Northern Frontier would never have collapsed so quickly! Even if they had only diverted Arthas's attention, the situation in West Darrowmere would have been easier to resolve. Unfortunately, they had withdrawn.
Then Lordaeron had been pushed to the brink of destruction. So, both publicly and personally, Caliea had ample reason to hate Genn.
As for Daelin, the old soldier felt more anger at Genn's betrayal. During the Second War, he and Genn had fought side by side, comrades who had entrusted their lives to one another. Unfortunately, Genn had chosen to betray all of that. To Daelin, nothing was more intolerable.
"Whew... what use would his life be to me? By your account, Gilneas won't settle down for at least ten years. That place will become a true war-ravaged ruin."
Daelin took his pipe from his mouth and shook his head. After pondering for a moment, he said, "I suppose you intend