On either side of Varian and Arthas were the representatives of Alterac and Stromgarde.
The representative of Alterac, seated near Arthas, was a young prince Karin did not recognize. He looked only sixteen or seventeen, and his expression showed a somewhat forced composure. General Hass stood behind him in an orange war robe.
This must be Othmar Perenolde, the leader of the Syndicate in my previous life, Karin mused. In this life, however, with Terenas dead and Aiden Perenolde having never betrayed the Alliance, he had not been reduced to becoming a rogue and eventually being assassinated by the Grand Duke of Ravenholdt. Instead, he had inherited the throne of Alterac.
Thoradin Trollbane, the king of Stromgarde, sat on Varian's side. The rough-mannered king was now frowning deeply, without a trace of joy at their victory.
Of the six northern human kingdoms, Stromgarde had suffered the greatest losses in the Second War... The Arathi Highlands had been the main battlefield against the Horde to begin with, and during the defense of Thoradin's Wall, Stromgarde's troops, who had formed the main fighting force, had paid an even heavier price. In fact, after this war, the already weak Stromgarde had been gravely depleted.
Another man whose face held no joy was Daelin Proudmoore, the king of Kul Tiras, who sat directly opposite Karin. Daelin had come alone, his face filled with weary dejection. He looked nothing like his former dashing self, but entirely like an old man.
Like Stromgarde, Kul Tiras had suffered devastating losses in the Second War. More importantly, it had also lost its heir...
He was, after all, the father of Karin's student, so Karin gave King Daelin a slight nod. Daelin froze for a moment before removing his hat in a salute to the mage.
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