Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Amovementcaughthereyeandshegotgracefullytoherfeet,drawingthebowandnockingitinonesingle,swiftmovement.TheswirlingportalopenedandVarimathrasstoodthere,grinningpatronizinglydownather.

           "Greetings,LadySylvanas."Thedemonactuallybowed.Sylvanasraisedaneyebrow.Shedidnotforaminutethinkhemeantit."MybrothersandIappreciatetheroleyouplayedinoverthrowingArthas."

           Therolesheplayed.Likethiswassomesortoftheatricalgame.

           "Overthrow?Isupposeonecouldcallitthat.Hehasscurriedaway,thatmuchissure."

           Themightybeingshrugged,hiswingsspreadingslightlywiththegesture."Eitherway,henolongertroublesus.I’vecometoofferyouaformalinvitationtojoinourneworder."

           A"neworder."Notverynewatall,shemused;samesubjugation,differentmaster.Shecouldnothavebeenlessinterested.

           "Varimathras,"shesaidcoldly.Shedidnotbowinreturn."MyonlyinterestwasinseeingArthasdead.SinceIfailedinmyfirstattemptatthisgoal,Inowwishtoconcentratemyeffortsonsucceedingthenexttime.Ihavenotimeforyourpettypoliticsorpowermongering."

           Thedemonbridled."Careful,milady.Itwouldbeunwisetoincurourwrath.Wearethefutureofthese...Plaguelands.Youcaneitherjoinusandrule,orbecastaside."

           "You?Thefuture?Kel’ThuzaddidnotgowithhispreciousArthas.Hewaslefthereforareason.