She read the paper over coffee in her office every morning, always with the same impassiveness and quiet atmosphere, and today was no different even despite a blaring headline; war is here. Though she didn’t need the paper to tell her that, considering the Dalaran streets had been buzzing all morning, a rare hub where both factions mingled especially reeling in the face of this news.
She glances upward to where her young elven assistant, Leon, was lingering around in the doorway as he always did when he wanted to say something but was afraid to interrupt. Isn’t that your job, to tell me things? Spit it out! She conveys this thought through a pointed look.
Finally he clears his throat, “What do you think will come of Dalaran?”
“Nothing, most likely,” She hums. “We’ve remained a sanctuary for this long. Though I can’t say it won’t be the sight of drama, as it always is. As anywhere is, where the faction barriers don’t exist.”
He nods for a moment. “And what of your hordeside connections?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not involved in this war, Leon...” She hums a moment. “I’m merely going to invest within it. See, dear, war is a great opportunity. It can be the greatest source of income to exist or the greatest deficit of it. We’re not facing the same stakes we did with the Legion, which leaves some room to play the field. And as it stands, the Alliance is at a disadvantage...”
She nods. “There is nothing stopping their Warchief from spreading her scourge and plague now, should she wish. They’ve gained the magical prowess of the Nightborne, masters of telemancy...Can you imagine those implications?”
He shakes his head, as she knew he would.
“With enough of them they could transport supplies, weapons, soldiers, in a heartbeat. Alliance have the void elves, but they’re a controversial bunch at best, and mistrust on the battlefield leads to death.” She leans back into her chair, and thinks. Leon knew that look, that thinking look, and it meant she was about to have him do something.
“Leon, call to my Harvest contacts. They’re quite scattered now, but if we put our power together to make a weapon...” She smirks. “Something formidable. So formidable it can’t be refused no matter how dangerous...I think the King will buy out anything that can save good soldiers.”
Leon smiled, a little too brightly at that. “So you and me, becoming patriots?”
Sidney can’t help but chuckle, setting aside the paper to take up a cigarette, poking the end between her lips and lighting the end with a fel flame illuminated from her thumb. “No, love. We’ll let word leak, and should the Horde pay a higher price in time, it’ll be sabotaged.”
