The coronation ceremony would take place tomorrow.
Although Rowan had not accepted the invitation, as the leader of Kul Tiras, how could he miss such a grand, lively occasion?
Before the coronation, however, Rowan had other matters to attend to.
The letters from Revendreth had reached the Shadowlands. He believed the Eternal Ones there had all received his warning.
The intelligence department had learned far too little from interrogating Baron Al'Dimor.
Rowan did not believe an Eternal One's subordinate would betray his sire and join the forces of the Maw so easily.
For that reason, Rowan decided to conduct the interrogation himself.
Al'Dimor was imprisoned in the dungeon at Menethil Harbor, where the Shadow Blade had built a prison beneath the sea.
The dungeon held only powerful prisoners sentenced to death. Normally, no guards were stationed there; it relied solely on an alarm system.
If a condemned prisoner tried to escape, the alarm would trigger and seawater would flood the dungeon. Combined with the disintegrating Spellbreaker Inscriptions, escape was impossible unless the prisoner had gills.
Lucille accompanied Rowan into the Teleportation Hall. A flash of light brought them to the lowest level of the dungeon.
"I heard the Guardian caught a Black Dragon too?" Rowan asked.
Lucille nodded. She had originally intended to send the Black Dragon to Kul Tiras, but remembering that Katrana seemed to know the dim-witted dragon, she had left him in the camp north of the harbor, under the watch of the First Guard's intelligence officers.
"Wasn't that in the intelligence summary? You haven't been reading your reports properly," Lucille chided him.
Huh? This little lady had grown bold enough to talk back to her man.
Rowan had wanted to get handsy in this pitch-black place and give Lucille a proper "lesson," but remembering the image