shrugged. “Such is the way of royalty!”
Deathwing gave him a slight bow. “I understand completely, Your Majesty.”
The king of Lordaeron began telling him about the various functions his future son-in-law would need to
attend over the next several months. In addition to taking charge of Alterac, young Prestor would have to
be present for each occasion in order to strengthen the ties between him and Calia in the eyes of the
people and his fellow monarchs. The world would need to see that this match would be the beginning of
a great future for the Alliance.
“And once we take Khaz Modan and Grim Batol back from those infernal orcs, we can begin plans for
a ceremonial return of the lands to the hill dwarves! A ceremony you shall lead, my dear boy, as you are
possibly one of those most responsible for holding this Alliance together long enough for victory. . . .”
Deathwing's attention slipped further and further away from the babblings of Terenas. He knew most of
what the old man would say—having placed it into the human's mind earlier. Lord Prestor, the
hero—imagined or otherwise—would reap his rewards and slowly, methodically, begin the destruction of
the lesser races.
However, what interested the dragon more at the moment was the conversation between the two
wizards, and especially their mention of another of the Kirin Tor, one Krasus. Deathwing found him of
interest. He knew that there had been earlier attempts to circumnavigate the spells surrounding the
chateau, and that one of those attempts had triggered theEndless Hunger,one of the oldest and most
thorough traps ever devised by a wielder of magic. The dragon also knew that theHungerhad failed in its
function.
Krasus . . .Was this the name of the wizard who had evaded a spell as ancient as Deathwing himself ?
I may have to learn more about you,the dragon thought as he absently nodded in response to Terenas's
continued babble.Yes, I may have to learn more. . . .
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