"Where did you find such a strange dwarf?" she asked in an odd tone, her beautiful eyes fixed on the bouncing Frost Dwarves. "His customs are different, that's all," Rex replied, distinctly lacking conviction.
"Customs?" Sylvanas's voice carried a faint hint of mockery. "Would a normal dwarf do this every day?"
Sylvanas rose and quietly walked away. She would not keep watching the Frost Dwarf as he flailed his arms and legs, dancing some unknown dance. For some reason, the sight of him bouncing around so merrily filled her with disgust.
Watching Sylvanas leave, Rex sat in silence. She never concealed her emotions. When she was happy, she was happy; when she felt disgust, she showed it. That was Sylvanas.
She's taking her worries about the Sunwell out on the Frost Dwarf, he thought to himself.
He shook his head lightly. The Frost Dwarf he had found might-just might-have something wrong with his head.
"When will he stop? We don't have much time." Kael'thas's hoarse voice rang out. His Sunstrider mage robes were as vivid as blood, and even after ten or fifteen days without washing, they still looked as good as new. A cloud of white vapor escaped his mouth.
Northrend was bitterly cold. Fierce winds swept past without pause, howling like a child crying.
"I don't know either." Rex stood and moved beside him before opening his mouth to answer.
"Our time is precious." His voice was still hoarse, without the slightest trace of anger, yet Rex could hear the killing intent hidden in those words.
"I'm sure he'll finish very soon once he hears that." Rex strode over to the Frost Dwarf with a powerful, confident gait and snatched the flask from his hand.
"Give me back my drink, brother!" The Frost Dwarf's eyes were bleary, and