Llane would not forget the look of the man who had declared that he was to not stand with his men and out right shoved him backwards through the portal. It was the dark hair and blue eyes that initially gave him pause, thinking it may have been Lothar joining the fray he had been about to bat the other away.
However a better look at him told him a different story and managed to stop his squirming and stay his hand long enough for the other to do as he wished.
The man had the Lothar family traits in his stature, that was undoubted, but as far as he was aware there were no more that were aged to both himself and Lothar -- let alone one that was in the force that had come with him to the Dark Portal.
The armor was more ornate than a simple warriors as well, royal in stature and denoted a incredibly high rank as there was fur on it in places. The painstakingly molded lions that adorned the other's chest was definitely the works man ship of a dwarf and unlike any he had ever seen.
His eyes had been lingering on them in brief shock as the hand on his chest pushed him through the portal and that was that. He had fallen back through it, coming out on the otherside to civilians and the token force of guards to rush towards their king.
He told no one what had pushed him through the portal as he is ushered back to the keep and into the arms of his wife. He fell into them, allowing her to peel the armor off of her tired husband and simply take in that he had not died on that field and left his children fatherless. At one point he feels both of his children wrap themselves around his waist and he is lost until he hears that Lothar, Garona and the unknown man had returned.
"Have Lothar bring him to me, he will come in alone," he tells a guard and glances toward Taria and nods at her before he strokes his son's hair out of his face once and shoos him off to follow his sister out.
He would be found standing facing away from the entrance to the throne room when he hears Lothar swear and makes Garona's rough voice laugh. The man would undoubtedly be behind him shortly, though he would wait for him to speak. To explain himself without prompting and tell him where he came from, who did he think he was to disobey the King of Stormwind and out right make him out to be anymore important than the men and women who had been standing with him on that field.
Re: Varian / Llane - Miri
Llane would not forget the look of the man who had declared that he was to not stand with his men and out right shoved him backwards through the portal. It was the dark hair and blue eyes that initially gave him pause, thinking it may have been Lothar joining the fray he had been about to bat the other away.
However a better look at him told him a different story and managed to stop his squirming and stay his hand long enough for the other to do as he wished.
The man had the Lothar family traits in his stature, that was undoubted, but as far as he was aware there were no more that were aged to both himself and Lothar -- let alone one that was in the force that had come with him to the Dark Portal.
The armor was more ornate than a simple warriors as well, royal in stature and denoted a incredibly high rank as there was fur on it in places. The painstakingly molded lions that adorned the other's chest was definitely the works man ship of a dwarf and unlike any he had ever seen.
His eyes had been lingering on them in brief shock as the hand on his chest pushed him through the portal and that was that. He had fallen back through it, coming out on the otherside to civilians and the token force of guards to rush towards their king.
He told no one what had pushed him through the portal as he is ushered back to the keep and into the arms of his wife. He fell into them, allowing her to peel the armor off of her tired husband and simply take in that he had not died on that field and left his children fatherless. At one point he feels both of his children wrap themselves around his waist and he is lost until he hears that Lothar, Garona and the unknown man had returned.
"Have Lothar bring him to me, he will come in alone," he tells a guard and glances toward Taria and nods at her before he strokes his son's hair out of his face once and shoos him off to follow his sister out.
He would be found standing facing away from the entrance to the throne room when he hears Lothar swear and makes Garona's rough voice laugh. The man would undoubtedly be behind him shortly, though he would wait for him to speak. To explain himself without prompting and tell him where he came from, who did he think he was to disobey the King of Stormwind and out right make him out to be anymore important than the men and women who had been standing with him on that field.