"It is an honor to see you again, great prophet!" Jaina greeted the mysterious man before her with impeccable courtesy.
"It is a pleasure to see you, lovely lady." The man's features were hidden beneath a hooded cloak adorned with black feathers. Beneath the hood was utter darkness. This was more than a cloak concealing his face; some kind of magic covered it as well. Although his features were impossible to make out, his graceful movements carried an air of nobility.
The sight inspired quiet admiration. He was clearly a true nobleman.
"I returned to Dalaran to persuade my mentor, but I failed. He is as stubborn as ever," Jaina said, shaking her head gently. Her golden hair swayed, and her lips curled upward.
"Humanity is in imminent danger! The tide of darkness is returning, and the entire world stands on the brink of war!"
"We have little time left. We must persuade Antonidas." The man's resonant voice echoed clearly through the empty mountain forest.
"It is no use. My mentor is a man of unwavering resolve. Once he has made up his mind, he will not change it, no matter who tries to persuade him," Jaina said, shaking her head gently and rejecting the suggestion outright.
"We cannot do without the power of Dalaran's mages." The man's eyes remained resolute. He still intended to persuade Antonidas.
"If we cannot persuade my mentor, we could try Rhonin." Something suddenly occurred to Jaina, brightening her gloomy expression.
"Rhonin? The Archmage who destroyed the artifact known as the Dragon Soul?" the man asked. He stood facing the wind, the black feathers on his cloak stirring in the breeze.
"Yes, him. The last Kirin Tor council meeting settled it. He will be the next leader of the Kirin Tor," Jaina said, gently brushing