Rendezvous

The young lord of Hearthglen had grown considerably. This was also his first time taking part in a battle of such scale.

Several thousand human soldiers would fight bravely for the great cause of reclaiming Andorhal. For the first time, the long-disadvantaged human forces launched a counterattack against the Scourge in Northrend.

Taelan Fordring had taken over the administrative duties Isillien had abandoned. The tedious daily affairs had also begun to mature him. Now, Lord Taelan rode his warhorse with imposing dignity, appearing stern and majestic.

His heart was still full of passion. Thinking that he would be able to see Abbendis again, Taelan had no idea how he should begin speaking to her.

How have you been? Have things been all right lately?

Too trite. Taelan had also received news of the Undead tide in the Eastern Plaguelands. How could Abbendis possibly be doing well?

He could comfort her by saying that the Scarlet Crusade's cause would surely triumph.

Politically correct, perhaps, but if he started talking about that the moment they met, would she think he was a knight who only knew how to fight, with no romance at all? No, that would not do.

Abbendis, you still look as beautiful as ever.

Too lacking in ambition, with none of a warrior's spirit. That would not do either.

What did you eat today? Shall we have steak together tonight?

...With the threat of the Undead looming over them, anyone who said something like that was a foolish glutton.

Well, the weather is rather nice today. Although the sunlight is blocked by the Undead's plague mist, at least it isn't raining here.

Young Taelan had always buried his admiration for Abbendis deep in his heart. The shackles of the Undead were fastened around the neck of every human in