Location: Deathknell, Tirisfal Glades
The next evening, somewhere in the Tirisfal Glades, the banshee Sylvanas arives at the secret meeting.
Balnazaar: Lady Sylvanas. We are pleased that you came.
Sylvanas: How could I not? For some reason I no longer hear the Lich King’s voice in my head. My will is my own once again. You dreadlords seem to know why.
Varimathras: We’ve discovered that the Lich King is losing his power! As it wanes, so too does his ability to command undead such as you.
Sylvanas Windrunner: And what of King Arthas? What about his powers?
Balnazaar: Though his runeblade, Frostmourne, carries powerful enchantments, Arthas’ own powers will fade in time. It is inevitable.
Sylvanas Windrunner: You seek to overthrow him, and you want my help to do it.
Detheroc: The Legion may be defeated, but we are the Nathrezim! We’ll not let some upstart human get the best of us! Arthas must fall!
Balnazaar: The lich, Kel’Thuzad, is far too loyal to betray his master. But you, on the other hand …
Sylvanas Windrunner: Hate him. I have my own reasons for seeking vengeance. Arthas murdered my people and turned me into this … monstruosity. I may take part in your bloody coup, but I will do so in my own way.
Balnazaar: I, for one, do not trust her. Her heart is still elven. She will never side with us.
Varimathras: Don’t be too hasty. She has great spirit, but her hatred for Arthas will ultimately serve our cause.
Detheroc: Agreed. Well, if that’s settled—let the festivities commence.
