Everyone at the meeting was angry, but they were not angry about the same thing. Kael'thas in particular looked as if a family member had died. He gritted his teeth and stared at the floor, clearly not thinking about Kel'Thuzad's defection at all.
Antonidas noticed, but said nothing. After all, he was the Prince of Quel'Thalas, of noble status and always proud and arrogant. Perhaps a minor setback would instead help him mature.
In any case, the curse that made him vomit slugs had been lifted, and none of the witnesses to Kyle's defeat in the duel would ever return. It was not embarrassing at all. No one knew, so it was as if nothing had happened.
Learning shame and then striving for courage should work for High Elves too, shouldn't it?
As the oldest human Mage alive, Antonidas regarded everyone in Dalaran as his student and hoped they would have a bright future. Kael'thas was no exception.
Kel'Thuzad had once been someone he thought highly of as well. Now that he had gone astray, it was truly heartbreaking.
But the hunt had to continue. Anyone who had studied necromancy had to be locked in the Violet Hold. Letting them remain at large would only cause trouble.
"Everyone knows their assignments, yes? Then go and make the arrangements below." The old Mage tapped his staff against the ground several times, producing a series of thuds. Each Great Mage would lead their apprentices to search different territories of the kingdoms. They would surely find clues to the runaway student.
The meeting ended, and Kael'thas turned to leave. He felt as though everyone was staring at him, their eyes seemingly filled with mockery.
*They must all know I lost to a human girl! They must be laughing at me in secret! Damn