Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Theirbodyheatandthatofthefire,burningbrightlydespitetheflakesandwinddriftingdownfromthesmokeholeintheroof,keptthelodgewarmandcomfortable.

           Theyallknewwhatwastranspiringoutside.Theycouldnotcontrolthesewindsandsnow,astheycouldordinarysuchthings.No,thiswashisdoing.Buttheycoulddanceandfeastandlaughindefianceoftheonslaught.Theyweretaunka;theywouldendure.

           Theworldwasblueandwhiteandragingoutside,butinsidetheGreatHalltheairwaswarmandstill.Afireplacetallenoughforamantostandinwasfilledwiththicklogs,thecracklingoftheirburningtheonlynoise.Overtheornatelydecoratedmantel,carvedwithimagesoffantasticalcreatures,thegiantantlerofashoveltuskwasmounted.Carveddragonheadsservedassconces,holdingtorcheswithflamesburningbright.Heavybeamssupportedthefeasthallthatcouldhavehouseddozens,thewarmorangehueofthefireschasingawaytheshadowstohideonthecorners.Thecoldstoneofthefloorwassoftenedandwarmedbythickpeltsofpolarbears,shoveltusk,andothercreatures.

           Atable,longandheavyandcarved,occupiedmostofthespaceintheroom.Itcouldhavehostedthreedozeneasily.Onlythreefiguressatatthetablenow:aman,anorc,andaboy.

           Noneofitwasreal,ofcourse.Themanwhosatattheplaceofhonoratthetable,slightlyelevatedbeforetheothertwoinamammothcarvedchairthatwasnotquiteathrone,understoodthis.