“Our armies…” Anduin started.
“Will be useless.” Wrathion interrupted. “N’Zoth will strike… here!”
He unfurled a massive parchment scroll. Anduin stared at the title.
“Is it true than Night Elf society is matriarchal?” He read. “Forgive me but I fail to see how…”
“Keep reading.” Wrathion said solemnly.
Anduin followed the parchment, reading the various responses penned in different inks by different hands.
“This is what our champions are doing?” He asked, incredulous. “Tearing each other apart over the minutia of elven gender roles, while our world dies?”
Wrathion flicked his wrist and the parchment changed. Anduin saw topic after topic flash across it. Debates over almost every aspect of life, arguments over whether different races belonged with the Alliance or Horde, or neither. Worse were the hypothetical situations that would never, EVER come to pass, a few of which made him gag or blush, particularly the ones involving him and Wrathion.
“Don’t you see, old friend.” Wrathion whispered in horror. “It’s already begun.”