Prestor—the man who had once been Calia's fiancé—wasn't doing too well these days. He'd run into his natural nemesis!
Archmage Khadgar wasn't a pure-blooded Dalaran mage. He'd been deeply influenced by the Astral Mage Medivh, and sometimes came up with the strangest ideas. His main school was Abjuration, and he excelled at Armor Penetration.
He could use Multi-Lockpicking. Taelan Fordring figured Medivh and Garona had some sort of connection, and Khadgar definitely had something going on with her too.
The old Black Dragon Deathwing's armor had been picked open with a lockpicking spell. He'd been forced to crawl back into Azeroth's core to recover, which was why he hadn't shown his face in Lordaeron for a long time.
Jaina walked out of the Violet Citadel.
Just then, the sun slipped behind the clouds, leaving the whole world gray and gloomy, just like her mood. The person she'd loved for three years was suddenly about to leave her. Her whole life felt bleak!
A dry wind swept past, making her skin feel as though it were being scraped by gravel. Suddenly, something felt off. Wasn't Taelan Fordring supposed to tell her something like this in person? What was I thinking?
Taelan Fordring was on official business now. His three years of training were complete, and he'd soon be coming to Dalaran to study.
His teacher had asked him to do something. He was about to set out on an expedition, so what could I possibly say to him if I went looking for him now?
That had only been gossip among Lordaeron's nobles at a private banquet.
Since the Prestor incident, Calia had rarely appeared in public. It was unlikely that King Terenas would start scheming about this so soon. And how had word gotten out from inside the palace? Why