Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Sodeepinthoughtwashethathealmostdidn’tseethemanstandingintheroad,anditwaswithasharp,startledyankthathepulledhismounttothesidejustintime.

           Chagrined,worried,andfuriousatbeingmadeso,Arthassnapped,"Fool!Whatareyoudoing?Icouldhaverunyoudown!"

           ThemanwasunlikeanyArthashadeverseenbefore,andyethestrucktheyouthassomewhatfamiliar.Tall,broad-shouldered,heworeacloakthatseemedtobemadeentirelyoutofshinyblackfeathers.Hisfeatureswereshadowedbythecowl,buthiseyeswerebrightastheypeeredupatArthas.Abeardstreakedwithgrayparted,revealingawhitesmile.

           "Youwouldnothaveharmedme,andIrequiredyourattention,"hesaid,hisvoicedeepandmild."Ispoketoyourfather,youngone.Hewouldnothearme.NowIcometoyou."Hebowed,andArthasfrowned.Itseemedtobe—mocking."Wemusttalk."

           Arthassnorted.Nowheknewwhythismysterious,dramaticallycladstrangerseemedsofamiliar.Hewassomekindofmystic—aself-styledprophet,Terenashadsaid;abletotransformintoabird.He’dhadthegalltocomerightintoTerenas’sownthroneroom,withsomekindofdoomsdayblather.

           "Ihavenotimeforthis,"Arthasgrowled,gatheringuphishorse’sreins.

           "Listentome,boy."Therewasnomockingnoteinthestranger’svoicenow.HisvoicecrackedlikeawhipanddespitehimselfArthaslistened.