"King Varian!" a messanger called to the ruler of Stormwind, "I have some big news for you!"
Varian stood from his throne, and angrily adressed this sudden interruption.
"This had better be worth my time!"
The robed figure handed the king a letter, and he opened it. As he read the contents of the anonymous sender, he grew angry, and called out.
"Get an expert mage here!"
Soon enough, a portal opened in the throne room, and Mokcie stepped in, adressing his alarm.
"You have crucial task?" she said, "Just know you have my talents for this job."
"Ah, Mokcie, still playing the reliable hero I see...
Any way, I need you to begin an investigation. Lately, some of my soldiers are dropping out of the army and until now was unsure why. But I have recieved a message that they may be working with members of the horde, and with Deathwing dead, they have no excuse for this."
"I hate to say Varian," she interrupted, "but if they are only working with some members of the horde, it may be that they have abandoned their army as well."
Varian pondered on this, and decided, "Until I am sure, I will need you and some soldier to keep an eye on some soldiers and-
Wait a minute...
If you know that horde soldiers are msiing as well, then,
You must be with them!"
"King Varian, you know not what we are trying to do! We want to help!"
"Silence! You are a traitor to the alliance, and the sentence is death! But I'll save my men the trouble!"
He then lunged forward and swung his blade, only to be frozen in place.
"Listen well, 'your highness', your war on the horde will jeopardize both of you, so it's fallen on me and the City of Miracles to keep our world safe. If you can't see that, you are an even bigger fool than I thought..."
Just then, Mokcie summoned a blue portal and disspeared through it, and as the portal vanished, Varian broke his icy entombment.
"The City of Miracles, wherever it is, must fall..."