In the Stratholme zoo, Uther, Hermione, and nearly a thousand of the Silver Hand's most elite Paladins were patiently resting beside a fountain, though their expressions were growing increasingly impatient.
They had lost sight of Arthas and the others...
After all, Stratholme was an enormous city. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called the Northern Pearl of Lordaeron! So, to avoid wandering around and taking needless detours, and to spare their horses' strength, they had no choice but to wait in this large zoo in the center of the city. They would decide what to do once the squads of Paladins sent out to search returned with their reports.
Only after they found out where Arthas and the others were could they set out with a clear destination, either to rescue them or to seize an opportunity to strike at and capture the suspected culprit behind the plague and the endless suffering of Lordaeron's people: the Dreadlord named Mal'Ganis.
Of course, what they ultimately did would depend on the circumstances. After all, plans never kept pace with change, and all they could do for now was wait patiently.
"..."
Whoosh!
Who knew how Arthas and the others were doing now...
"Miss Granger, would you like some water? Here! This holy water has been blessed with the Holy Light by our Paladins. It'll not only quench your thirst but may also help protect you from the toxic fumes of the Undead Plague."
Standing beside the fountain, Uther glanced at the building nearby and listened to the "moaning" sounds coming from inside. He sighed, took the waterskin from beside his saddle, and sat down on a bench by the fountain. Just as he unscrewed the cap and was about to take a big drink, he reconsidered and courteously offered it first to the young