Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Dalaranwasbeautiful,evenmoregloriousthanCapitalCity.Itseemedalmostimpossiblycleanandbright,asacitybasedsodeeplyonmagicoughttobe.Therewereseveralgracefultowersreachingskyward,theirbaseswhitestoneandtheirapexesvioletencircledwithgold.Manyhadradiant,hoveringstonesdancingaroundthem.Othershadwindowsofstainedglassthatcaughtthesunlight.Gardensbloomed,thefragrancesfromwild,fantasticalflowersprovidingascentsoheadyArthaswasalmostdizzy.Ormaybeitwastheconstantthrumofmagicintheairthatcausedthesensation.

           Hefeltveryordinaryanddingyastheyrodeintothecity,andalmostwishedtheyhadn’tsleptoutsidelastnight.IftheyhadstayedatAmbermill,atleasthe’dhavehadachancetohavebathed.Butthen,heandJainawouldn’thavegottenachancetospyontheinternmentcamp.

           Heglancedathiscompanion.Herblueeyeswerewidewithaweandexcitement,herlipsslightlyparted.SheturnedtoArthas,thoselipscurvinginasmile.

           "Aren’tIluckytobestudyinghere?"

           "Sure,"hesaid,smilingonherbehalf.Shewasdrinkingthisinlikeonewhohadbeengivenwaterafteraweekinthedesert,buthefelt...unwanted.Heclearlydidnothavetheaffinityforwieldingmagicasshedid.

           "I’mtoldthatoutsidersaren’tusuallywelcome,"shesaid."Ithinkthat’sashame.Itwouldbenicetoseeyouagain.