World of Azeroth, Eastern Kingdoms, Stormwind City.
"Hey, let me tell you, back then I took Aggramar around Stormwind City for a whole day. We had a blast. Huh, that's strange—whenever guests arrive, I always like bringing them to Stormwind City and stuffing a big all-natural apple into their hands. Why is that... Hmm, maybe this place gives me a bonus to talking people into things. Oh, you don't know what that means? Never mind, it's my unique specialty. Let me tell you..."
As Boss Hu prattled on, he led Sargeras along the streets of the Trade District toward Stormwind Keep in the Royal Quarter. Sargeras wore an impatient expression, clutching a local specialty from Elwynn Forest—a Mirror Lake Orchard red apple—and debating whether to take a bite.
This city of mortal insects was like a pathetic giant cesspit, and these mortals were like maggots crawling through it—noisy and stinking. He truly could not understand what there was to see here.
So Boss Hu's estimate had been correct. Local customs had no persuasive effect on Sargeras whatsoever. Negative points—get lost.
A short while later, Royal Quarter, Stormwind Keep.
"Come on, Varian, Bolvar, let me introduce you to someone. This is my good brother, Sargeras. He's a fine young man, accomplished at an early age—the exemplary type who eats from a family's bowl, then puts it down and slaughters the whole family. He currently runs a successful international demolition company with major chain branches all over the place, and he's quite accomplished in blasting."
"Ah, a Titan's friend is our friend. A pleasure, a pleasure. Wait... Divine Lord, what did you say his name was?" Grand Duke Bolvar smiled and prepared to shake hands, but froze halfway through raising his hand.
*Wait, wait... Why did that name sound so familiar? Where