Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "

           Well,whatwashesupposedtosay?"WellIcan’tverywellteachmyselffighting.YousawwhathappenedwhenItried."

           "Ikentha’.I’llteachyeifyelike."

           "You—youwill?"Arthaswasatfirstdisbelieving,thendelighted.Thedwarveswererenownedfortheirfightingprowess,amongmanythings.PartofArthaswonderedifMuradinwouldalsoteachhimhowtoholdhisale,anotherthingdwarveswereknownfor,buthedecidednottoaskthat.

           "Aye,that’swhatIsaid,wasn’tit?I’vespokenwi’yerfather,an’he’sallforit.Beenputofflongenoughasitis.Butlet’sgetonethingstraight.I’lltakenaeexcuses.AndI’llbepushin’yerighthard.AndifatanymomentIsaytaemesel’,‘Muradin,ye’rewastin’yertime,’Istop.D’yeagree,boy?"

           Arthasfoughtbackanincongruousgiggleatthethoughtofsomeonewhostoodsomuchshorterthanhecallinghim"boy,"butbititback."Yes,sir,"hesaidfervently.Muradinnoddedandstuckoutalarge,callousedhand.Arthasshookit.Grinning,heglancedupathisfather,whowasdeepinconversationwithUther.Theyturnedasonetoregardhim,bothpairsofeyesnarrowinginspeculation,andinwardlyArthassighed.Heknewthatlook.SomuchforplayingwithJaina—he’dprobablynothavetimetoevenseeheragainbeforesheleft.

           HeturnedtowatchasCalia,herarmaroundtheyoungergirl’sshoulder,sweptJainafromtheroom