Although Tyrel had already sensed that this was a trap, he did not say so outright. Telling Arthas now would not make him believe it anyway; rage had already robbed Arthas of his reason.
Thus, after killing Kel'Thuzad, the leader of the Cult of the Damned, they headed north overnight to ensure they would not be attacked by the Scourge undead in Andorhal. By dawn the next day, they finally arrived at the relatively safe Hearthglen.
Hearthglen was built within a valley, with natural mountain ranges serving as defenses. It was easy to defend and difficult to assault. Furthermore, under the former rule of Lord Commander Tirion Fordring, Hearthglen had become remarkably prosperous and powerful.
"We've finally reached Hearthglen. I can rest a little now." Jaina Proudmoore looked at Hearthglen's sturdy walls, as well as its many elite soldiers and Paladins, and sighed from the bottom of her heart.
Jaina was, after all, a woman. Combined with her heavy use of magic in the earlier battles against the Scourge undead and her near-total lack of rest during this time, her mental strength was thoroughly exhausted.
Tyrel gazed at the familiar sights within Hearthglen, feeling rather wistful. The days when he had led High Elf Paladins here for training seemed like only yesterday. Yet now, although High Elf Paladins and priests still trained in Hearthglen, Tirion Fordring, Hearthglen's former Lord Commander, was no longer there.
"Welcome to Hearthglen, Prince Arthas, Prince Tyrel, and Lady Jaina. I have prepared guest rooms for you in my castle." Taelan Fordring, Hearthglen's young Lord Commander, came to receive them.
Taelan Fordring was no longer the youth Tyrel remembered. Taelan Fordring had now come of age and had officially joined the Silver Hand not long ago.
Hearing this, Jaina replied with a smile, "Thank you, Lord