In the barren imagination of the Cania Warriors, whose brains were nearly stuffed full of muscle, the story that followed would probably go like this: that veteran would loudly declare to the legendary frost giant his love, a love powerful enough to melt Cania's glaciers; then the frost giant lady would let out a cold laugh, leap down from Wolf Fang River Bend, raise that absurdly enormous alloy warblade, and smash it toward his face. A world-shaking battle, like hell crashing into the Material Plane, would erupt at once and set their blood boiling.
Instead, reality was like a basin of cold water freshly drawn from the ice ocean, splashed straight over the heads of these muscle-bound brothers with testosterone running far too high.
Because nothing happened at all.
Miss Bestna did not even seem inclined to rise, yet she appeared to offer the visitor a brisk, genial smile like early spring.
Heavens have mercy—in all their memories, when had they ever seen this icy beauty smile like that at anyone other than those three foolish White Dragons?
They immediately thought indignantly, Didn't you say only those who defeat you can have you?
Sure enough, it was exactly as the Seventh Legion's Marshal Rayne, the kingdom's shield and a Tauren of Thunder Bluff, had once declared in that timeless maxim:
Never trust a woman's mouth, and never hope to fathom her heart.
So the best approach was to plug every mouth they could open, until one reached their hearts!
Because the passage to a woman's soul was the X passage!
The Cania Warriors, their hearts grievously wounded and tears streaming down their faces, once again enshrined a certain Tauren Warrior from Thunder Bluff as a great sage within the halls of their souls.
Who knew whether, if the reunited Bestna