Three days later, amongst the ruins of Stratholme…
Jaina: So much death… I can’t believe Arthas could’ve done this.
Uther: Jaina! Jaina Proudmoore!
Jaina: Lord Uther?
Uther: Ah, Jaina. I thought I might find you here. Where has he gone, girl? Where has Arthas taken the fleet?
Jaina: He came to me before he left. I pleased with him not to go. I told him it sounded like a trap!
Jaina: Northrend. He’s gone to Northrend to hunt Mal’Ganis.
Uther: Damn that boy! I’ve got to inform King Terenas. Don’t be too hard on yourself, girl. You had nothing to do with this… slaughter.
The Prophet: The dead in this land might lie still for the time being, but don’t be fooled. Your young prince will find only death in the cold north.
Jaina: You! Arthas is only doing what he believes is right!
The Prophet: Commendable as that may be, his passions will be his undoing. It falls to you now, young sorceress. You must lead your people west to the ancient lands of Kalimdor. Only there can you combat the shadow and save this world from the flame.