Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Arthasrealizedthatifhewasgoingtofeelsorryforanyoneinthisconflict,itwasthepoorbaffledogres,bellowinginpainasfirelickedtheirpudgy,paleformsandstaringinshockatthetinyhumanfemaleresponsibleforsuchastonishingagony.Oneofthemhadthesensetorun,buttheother,seeminglyunabletobelieveit,keptcoming.Jainasentablastofrumblingorangeflameatitagain,anditcriedoutandcollapsed,burningtodeathquickly,therankscentofcharredfleshfillingArthas’snostrils.

           Jainawatchedthesecondoneflee,dustedherhandsoff,andnodded.Shehadn’tevenbrokenasweat.

           "Gentlemen,meetMissJainaProudmoore,"Arthasdrawled,walkinguptohischildhoodfriendandformerlover."SpecialagenttotheKirinTor,andoneofthemosttalentedsorceressesintheland.Lookslikeyouhaven’tlostyourtouch."

           Sheturnedtofacehim,smilingupathim.Therewasnoawkwardnessinthismoment,onlyhappiness.Shewasgladtoseehim,andheher,thepleasureswellinginsidehim."It’sgoodtoseeyouagain."

           Somuchinsofew,almostformalwords.Butsheunderstoodhim.Shehadalwaysunderstoodhim.Hereyesweresparklingasshereplied,"You,too.It’sbeenawhilesinceaprinceescortedmeanywhere."

           "Yes,"hesaid,aslighthintofruefulnesscoloringhistone."Ithas."Nowitwasawkward,andJainalookeddownandheclearedhisthroat."Well,Iguessweshouldgetunderway.