[Over by the fire, shoulders hunched up to her ears, is Leileann. She braved the storm to check on her horse in the stable, and with things looking critical, she's left Peony there for the moment. It's not like she has a choice, anyway.]
[At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, she turns to see who it is.]
Hmm? Hey, if that's you, Troll Lady, you've gotta lose some weight. And this isn't hell. I hope. I don't want to be dead.
Uh, the Caverns of Time. Obviously. Did you hit your head or somethi-
[Five seconds ago, there was a lady sitting pretty near the fire. Said lady has flipped over a table and jumped behind it in about two seconds flat. Also, she's pointing a polearm in your direction now, Arthas.]
Aaaack! Lich King! Someone get Highlord Fordring in here!
[Now can I please talk to someone who's not an idiot? Idly, he gestures, with the intention of making horrible undead hands pull her screaming into the ground. Nothing happens. He frowns, then settles for freezing her blood into sharp little crystals - but stops.]
Fordring is here?
[Now he's on his guard, because being killed by the same guy twice in one day is not on his to-do list.]
[Yeep. Time seems to be very screwy and generally Not Nice to this little warlock. Mireli, walking out of the back rooms of the inn, freezes in place when she hears Arthas speak.
Then she marches right past him with her nose turned up in the air. We do not approve of you and yours, Menethil. ...Just ignore the way her knees tremble slightly. And how stiff she's holding her shoulders.]
[Arthas rolls his eyes and makes the floor underneath her a sheet of ice. Maybe she'll break her neck. Maybe she would just get some bruises. Maybe he didn't care.]
[Down goes Hersel Walker Mireli Lindow, right on her butt. She gives Arthas her very best death glare before melting the ice with a well-placed Immolate.]
I hardly said anything. That was uncalled for, Your Majesty.
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[At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, she turns to see who it is.]
Hmm? Hey, if that's you, Troll Lady, you've gotta lose some weight. And this isn't hell. I hope. I don't want to be dead.
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Then perhaps you'd like to explain where it is.
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[Five seconds ago, there was a lady sitting pretty near the fire. Said lady has flipped over a table and jumped behind it in about two seconds flat. Also, she's pointing a polearm in your direction now, Arthas.]
Aaaack! Lich King! Someone get Highlord Fordring in here!
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Caverns of Time. Interesting.
[Now can I please talk to someone who's not an idiot? Idly, he gestures, with the intention of making horrible undead hands pull her screaming into the ground. Nothing happens. He frowns, then settles for freezing her blood into sharp little crystals - but stops.]
Fordring is here?
[Now he's on his guard, because being killed by the same guy twice in one day is not on his to-do list.]
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Then she marches right past him with her nose turned up in the air. We do not approve of you and yours, Menethil. ...Just ignore the way her knees tremble slightly. And how stiff she's holding her shoulders.]
Hmph.
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I hardly said anything. That was uncalled for, Your Majesty.
[Sarcasm: we has it.]
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