When: May 18th, 1900 server time
A serious-mannered Pandaren female approaches a board upon which one of these notices is displayed
"Charity for orphans! What a wonderful idea...." Minxue reflects, then blinks several times as a memory of the not-so-distant-past emerges vividly in her mind. The king of these people, the one known as Varian Wrynn, had so clearly laid out the terrible consequences of the decision to become one of this "Alliance". Those allied with the Horde, led by the one known as Garrosh Hellscream, they were enemies; even if they were one's childhood playmates.
She nibbles on her lower lip, shifting the weight from one foot to another.
"Would this make me a traitor?" she thinks. "Or would I be following my duty to aid the Alliance? And does it matter? The parentless children had no stake in this; they swore no fealty to king or warchief. In the end, does it matter how loyal we are to one another if we abandon the innocent?"
"Well, for me its a moot point," she thinks, turning away, "I cannot afford such a trip, not yet." Minxue's fingers lightly tested her leather purse; it weighed but little. "Perhaps I can help here. I am sure my new human friends will be helping in my homeland."
Her spirits lightened, the Pandaren walks with a renewed bounce in her step, her footsteps turning toward the Cathedral district, and the orphanage in this, her new city, one long acquainted with the heartbreak of war.
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