| My son, the day you were born, thevery forests of Lordaeron whispered the name Arthas. My child, Iwatched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness.Remember, our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. And Iknow you will show restraint when exercising your great power. But thetruest victory, my son, is stirring the hearts of your people. I tellyou this, for when my days have come to an end, you shall be King. |