Alexander said nothing, quietly waiting for Orion to continue.
He watched him, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. He saw a shadow of Arthas in Orion.
Birds of a feather, Alexander thought. Both are the quiet, intense type, full of cunning schemes. And deep down, a cold, crazy lethality is etched into their very bones.
As Alexander was lost in his analysis, Orion's voice boomed again.
"A counter-attack!" he declared, slamming his fist on the table. "We invade Dragonflame Island. We hit the dragons back, and we kill those goddamn lizards!"
Getting it all out seemed to sober him up instantly. The drunken haze was gone.
"Bro, you know the Dragon Crucible is built, but it needs a sea of dragon corpses and blood to run. Arthas's undead forces don't need it, but everyone else's troops are chomping at the bit for it. How are we supposed to fire it up if we're not hunting dragons? Am I right, bro?"
Orion's energy was infectious as he raised his cup.
