Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Theycameoutanyway,harsh,rackingsoundsofmourningforafather,akingdom,awayoflifethatheprobablyhadn’tbeenabletogrieveuntilthispreciseminute.Arthassqueezedhisarmandfeltitrigidasstonebeneathhisfingers.

           "Ihatewinter,"Variansobbed,andthedepthofthehurtconveyedbythosethreesimplewords,aseemingnonsequitor,humbledArthas.Unabletowatchsuchrawpain,yetpowerlesstodoanythingaboutit,hedroppedhishand,turnedaway,andstaredoutthewindow.

           Outside,thesnowcontinuedtofall.