A reception hall inside the Violet Citadel-for a dwarf like Kurdran Wildhammer, who had grown up in the mountains, this was his first time setting foot in a castle built by mages.
Slightly nervous, the dwarf was about to enter the castle under the guidance of several battlemages when he suddenly heard a jumble of footsteps behind him.
It was the paladin named Turalyon who had notified him earlier. He was panting, but he had actually kept up with Skare.
"Whoa, you're pretty quick, lad!" Kurdran exclaimed.
Turalyon took a deep breath, barely restored a calm expression to his face, then said, "It's nothing... follow me inside!"
"Turalyon, you've brought Kurdran!" Anduin Lothar sat at the head of the conference room, watching the two figures, one tall and one short, come rushing in.
"Yes, my lord!" Turalyon said loudly, making his expression as relaxed as he could.
Kurdran glanced around the conference room. There were many people... mostly humans, with a few elves. The only dwarf besides himself was that lad from the Bronzebeard Clan named Muradin...
They all looked like important people. Unfortunately, Kurdran did not know most of them.
He scurried a few steps into a corner and sat down, winking at the two familiar mages beside him.
"Whoa, Kurdran, you haven't shaken all the snow off your clothes!" Khadgar reminded him quietly.
"Quiet, the meeting's starting!" Karin shot Khadgar a glare and gestured to Kurdran.
Kurdran hurriedly straightened his Gryphon-Down Coat and sat bolt upright...
Though he still seemed to be a head shorter than the two mages beside him.
The paladin named Turalyon walked calmly behind Marshal Lothar and stood behind a female elven ranger.
Whoa, is this lad really that fit? Kurdran blinked, thinking to himself. *He ran all that way, and he isn't