The sun was setting, somewhere, but between the mountains on every horizon and the blizzard in the area, you couldn’t see it.
The plate greaves crunched through the snow as the Blood Knight slowly climbed the slope leading to Crusader’s Pinnacle. Two humans stood there, staring out into the emptiness of Icecrown Glacier. One turned and walked toward the newcomer, giving and receiving a salute.
“You must be the Knight-Master. Welcome to Icecrown,” the human said.
“And you must be Crusade Commander Entari. It’s an honor,” the elf replied.
“We may send you north to help the Kor’kron assault Ymirheim,” Entari said, gesturing the elf into the lone tower on the hilltop and following him out of the storm. “The ground commander there expressed a great interest when he heard another Dawnblade was joining the fight.”
The Blood Knight lowered his hood and removed his gauntlets, blowing warm air onto his hands. “I’m afraid that I’m of no relation to Champion and Ranger-Captain Dawnblade,” he said neutrally.
“And yet you know of them. But very well. Suffice it to say that you have a challenge before you if you want to be the most beloved Dawnblade in the Crusade.”
The Knight chuckled. “Rest assured, Commander, that I have not come to Icecrown in search of fame.”
“Oh? What is it you’ve come in search of?” the human asked.
The elf smirked at this. “Justice,” he said.
Aw, dangit. That was corny. I shouldn’t have said that.
The human nodded. “That’s what a lot of people say.” He looked back up at the elf.
Gah. See? Think of something more original next time, you dolt. Yeah, the double meaning of both Arthas and Varendil was great, but.. blech. Uh-oh, he’s staring at you. He’s going to think you’re crazy. Do something, quick!