In effect, the blood elf race had now become a buffer state between the human kingdom and the stoneheart horde. Furthermore, the terms of the summit stipulated that the blood elves could not levy tariffs on any of the horde's official trade caravans passing through their new lands. It was one of many hard concessions; far away in Soaring Bird City, Sylvana was still fighting for better terms.
"Lord," Onyx said, his voice suddenly serious after Orion had finished his summary. "A few of us… we want to continue the fight. For you, and for the horde."
Orion paused, then slowly raised his eyes and scanned the faces of the elders at the table. Onyx, Ursa, Thundar, Fergus, Earthshaker, Rockwell… they were his old guard, his most decorated veterans.
Their eyes burned with a fierce, desperate hunger.
