Its warm here in Stormwind. Not the frozen tendrils of death that comforted and brought me solace in the great north. My master, the Master, had taken me from the great forest and pines of the Grizzly Hills when I was but a boy. Ner'zul was his name then. Arthas is his name now. But always he will be the Lich King. Do I miss my previous occupation as a corrupter in the Master's services? Yes. Th…