Karin naturally had no intention of being so bold as to have a great man like Anduin Lothar "guard his house."
He had thought Lothar was joking, or perhaps talking drunken nonsense.
Who would have guessed that once Lothar woke up, he would say he was serious!
"I heard you have some big plans over in the Wetlands!" Lothar said with a smile. "Would you let an old fellow like me take a look? If there are any little problems, perhaps my sword could help you solve them!"
Beside him, Kurdran Wildhammer's eyes immediately lit up.
"Oh, that sounds good!" Kurdran said eagerly, his voice excited. "Lord Lothar, could you lend me your sword when the time comes... I'll take it for a stroll outside Ironforge's gates. I guarantee those Bronzebeard Dwarves will be grinding their teeth in fury!"
"You idiot dwarf! Nobody would think you were mute if you kept your mouth shut!" Khadgar slapped Kurdran hard on the head in anger.
"Of course!" Lothar unfastened the scabbard at his waist with a smile and laid his Greatsword on the table.
Now it was Kurdran's turn to feel awkward. He looked at the sword on the table, then at the two mages beside him.
"On... on second thought, never mind..." he replied, rubbing his head.
Karin smiled too.
"Lord Lothar, I certainly wouldn't dare have you guard my house... but if you're willing to travel with us, we'd be delighted to have you..."
"Yes, yes, delighted!" Kurdran nodded repeatedly. "I'll have Skare carry you along, Lord Lothar!"
"You idiot dwarf!" Khadgar could not help cursing again. "Lord Lothar is far better at riding gryphons than you are!"
"I..." Kurdran sat there looking aggrieved, like a put-upon young wife.
The other three could not help laughing together.
Even the elven