The Senate Chambers were silent as the Senators and leaders of the Empire processed the information contained in most recent missive they had received. The news from Pandaria was dire, with Garrosh leading the Horde on an offensive designed to wrest control of the land. Even some of the Horde balked at the rampant conquest of the land. The news was not exactly new, but the definitive words of the missive made one thing clear: The Empire had a decision to make.
Aerana stood in her simple white robes and surveyed the room, her expression unreadable. Her sapphire eyes slowly fell upon each Senator in turn as they finished reading the copies of the missives. Finally, she spoke, her voice quiet yet firm.
"We are tasked to lead the Empire, to guide it ever in the light of its vision. It is our hand that shows the way, it is our eyes that see the path. Our task is not easy, for our vision stands alone in this darkening world. These times of trials and tragedies test us and force us to hold strong to our beliefs. Yet we must nevertheless reconcile the realities of our world with the ideology of peace. If we are to ensure the survival of our vision, we must first ensure our own survival." Here, she paused and allowed the room to once more fall into silence before she continued. "I would hear your thoughts on the matter so that the Senate might do its duty and advise the Empire on this as soon as possible."
With that, Aerana seated herself and folded her hands in her lap. She waited patiently for the Senators to give voice to their thoughts so that the Empire might move forward.
Tinox stayed seated as he answered.
"What Garrosh is doing is despicable. Like most of what he does, now that I think of it. However... I think that while Garrosh's devastation of Pandaria's shore shouldn't be allowed to continue, the Empire's forces would be put to better use protecting Pandaren and Jinyu settlements from stray fighting and possible Horde incursions further inland."
"Meanwhile, I would have the military determine what motives, if any, Garrosh has beyond his usual dreams of conquest. Although we know him to be almost completely blinded by his ambitions and his rage, he's proven himself capable of surprising cunning in the past. Avoiding the warfront, at least for the time being, will give us time to uncover what traps, if any, lie in wait for us in the wilds."
The Gnome crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.
Donnelly flexes with fingers with a grimace before standing to speak.
"I believe I am the only one of this distinguished body to have faced Hellscream's father. If the son is even a quarter as bloodthirsty as Grom then there is not much that we can do but add our strength to the Alliance. I can promise you that if Garrosh is victorious, then it will not be long before he will move to aggressively strike at the heart of the Alliance."
Donnelly picks up a glass of wine, takes a sip, and continues.
"Now I do not suggest we turn our back on the Vision. We need to make it clear that, should we vote to assist the Alliance, we are simply working to stop Garrosh in this attempt. Otherwise we could undo everything we have worked toward."
Taking another sip of wine, the aged man sits down in his chair and smiles thinly.