Arthas Menethil blinked in surprise when he saw the guests clad in plate armor enter the courtyard of the Royal Palace.
Looking at those thick, heavily scarred suits of plate armor, Arthas seriously doubted he would be able to move a single step if he wore one...
The warriors at the front all looked like seasoned veterans... especially the man leading them. The air he gave off was even more formidable than that of Arthas's mentor, Uther!
"What are you doing here?" A voice both commanding and gentle came from behind him.
He had only just thought of Uther, and here Uther was...
Arthas turned around, pointed at the guests, nearly all of whom had entered the Royal Palace, and asked quietly, "Those people-who are they?"
"Exiles from Stormwind City!" Uther said gravely. "They landed at Southshore a few days ago, in roughly a thousand ships..."
"Stormwind City... exiles?" The young prince found it unbelievable. "You mean Stormwind City has fallen... how could it?"
"I don't know either." Uther shook his head. "But we should find out soon... Anduin Lothar has brought Prince Varian to meet your father."
"Anduin Lothar!" Arthas said excitedly. "I know him!"
"The Lion of Azeroth..."
"His Majesty Llane Wrynn's King's Hand..."
"The last of the Arathor Empire's bloodline..."
"The leader of the Iron Horse Brotherhood..."
"The faithful comrade-in-arms of the Astral Plane Mage Medivh..."
Arthas rattled off a string of titles in one breath...
"Those are just tales told by bards!" Uther said with a smile. "You should read fewer chivalric romances!"
Arthas quickly lowered his head, though if the warrior at the very front had been Anduin Lothar, he did seem to live up to his reputation...
"Come back with me. Your mother is waiting for you!" Uther patted Arthas on the shoulder. "She