Why did Dalaran have diehard fans of this bastard too?!
Arthas gave a few dry chuckles, exchanged some casual pleasantries with Rowan, and walked straight into the hall.
Out of sight, out of mind. If he stayed a few seconds longer, something else might happen to disgust him.
Rowan signed the battle mage's journal and chatted with him for a while.
The battle mage was named Jackson Vargis. Rowan thought he looked familiar, and after giving it some thought, he realized the man was a quartermaster in the Mage Quarter in the game.
Although he barely featured in the story, anyone who managed to get a name in the game generally had some ability.
Rowan invited Jackson to work in the Morris Industries District. He hesitated for a few seconds, then said he was due to report to Stormwind City next month. The arrangement had already been settled, so he politely declined Rowan's well-paid offer.
Who would have thought even my fans were this impressive? Sticking to their principles despite a high salary-I love it.
The meeting was about to begin, so Rowan ended his conversation with Jackson and hurried into the hall with Katrana.
The circular hall housed several teleportation devices. Following Katrana's directions, Rowan entered a teleportation chamber edged with blue crystals.
"Wait a moment, sir." A rich, resonant baritone sounded behind him.
A tall, slender archmage dressed in crimson robes, his eyes glowing with blue spell light, called out to Rowan.
Rowan held his finger above the activation device and waited a few seconds for the handsome high elf mage to enter the teleportation chamber.
"Thank you." The red-robed archmage shook Rowan's hand with a friendly smile.
"You can call me Krasus. I've been working in Dalaran," Krasus introduced himself.
Rowan's eyes brightened at the familiar name,