Stormwind City had a pleasant climate, clear skies, and springlike weather all year round!
Because of the climate, most of the citizens' clothing was made from thin fabrics, and their choice of colors was striking: white, red, blue, orange, yellow, and countless others.
People walked the streets in long-sleeved, belted tunics, loose trousers, and leather boots, with little tension or solemnity about them. The catastrophe far away in Lordaeron had not affected this flourishing city. Following the upheaval in Lordaeron, humanity's once most prosperous city had fallen into ruin, becoming a haunted realm overrun by the undead. Stormwind City was now humanity's most prosperous city, without exception.
There was a considerable gulf between Gilneas City and Stormwind City. This was also why Stormwind City had swiftly taken Lordaeron's place after its collapse.
"Join forces against the undead." As the envoy's final words fell, the Royal Palace Hall went silent. Seated high upon his throne, Varian wore an impassive expression, his presence radiating a king's authority. He spoke in a grave tone. "Please escort the envoy to his quarters to rest. We must discuss this matter."
Hearing Varian's words, Osborne bowed to him without expression, taking his leave.
Before departing, he gazed at Varian, then glanced at the others in the Royal Palace Hall. Only after leaving them with one final sentence did he turn to go. "May His Majesty Terenas's spirit rest in heaven."
With that, Osborne strode away, ignoring the sudden change in Varian's expression behind him.
As he stared at Osborne's retreating back, Varian's eyes blazed. Anger had replaced the solemn impassivity on his face. Varian had never been a king who was good at concealing his emotions. Even though he had done his best to learn how to keep his feelings from showing, his emotions always got