The spacious carriage rolled slowly along the main road, its wheels creaking over the snow. Outside, the wind howled; inside, it was warm as spring. The captain of the guards, driving the carriage, contentedly watched the two generals ahead in the bitter wind.
Honestly. On a snowy day like this, during the New Year, shouldn't they be sitting in Stormsong's warm sunshine, sipping elf wine and listening to music? But compared to the passersby braving the wind, what did he have to complain about, blessed as he was by the Holy Light?
Inside the carriage, the three women chatted animatedly. Jaina was already looking forward to roast turkey and Dalaran cake.
When it came to creature comforts, the Fordrings were nowhere near the level of Dalaran's masters. But in Dalaran, you could never speak freely at the dinner table, go hunting in the wilderness, or punish Gnolls on a whim. And you certainly couldn't rob Kobold foremen. She had once visited a Kobold foreman with Taelan Fordring, and it had willingly handed over a giant blue gemstone to keep its big candle.
Besides, the only things around Dalaran were spiders. Mages were powerful, but fragile. Much of the time, they needed Warriors to protect them.
Jaina had someone set the blue gemstone into her spellbook. It was a magical gem that could help a mage widen their arcane circuits. The only thing better than one was an Arcane Crystal.
Taelan Fordring sat nearby, looking lost and serving as a little sun. Lady Katherine had already asked him about Light's Hope Chapel.
Taelan Fordring could only tell her that many honored dead lay buried beneath the chapel. They would choose someone whose connection to the Holy Light was similar to their own and answer his call. The one who had answered