Today was a holiday too, so Jiaoshou wished all of you a happy holiday and hoped you had a great time. Well, for someone single like Jiaoshou, it was back to writing. Arugal was of average build, and the mage robes he wore were the most ordinary kind, with nothing special about them.
The robes were long, their hem barely two centimeters above the ground. Neither his blue mage robes nor his appearance stood out. What truly drew attention was the staff in his hand.
Arugal's staff was very long, nearly two meters, and its shape was peculiar. One end formed a circle with a hollow center. Looking at it, apart from the missing net, it resembled a hunting net no matter how one viewed it.
Standing before the crowd, Arugal wore a smile and looked thoroughly approachable.
The sight of Arugal appearing here sparked considerable surprise. His name was by no means unfamiliar to those present.
Dalaran was too close to the Alterac Mountains. The two practically bordered each other, with little distance between them. The Syndicate could not travel to Dalaran in large numbers, but small groups had no trouble going there. Aside from Peace City, it was the only place where they could trade.
As an archmage, Arugal did not enjoy the distinguished standing of the six members of Dalaran's Council of Six. Still, someone who held the title of archmage was no ordinary man, and they had all heard his name.
Clearly, they all knew just who Arugal was.
Most of them, however, knew only his name and had never actually seen him, so doubts were inevitable. Yet some among them had met Arugal before, and they immediately began identifying him for the others.
Once they confirmed that the man before them was indeed Arugal, their