In the conference hall of Altland, a group of princes sat on both sides of the meeting table, as if they had returned to the days of old.
Prince of Altland: "Guys, what's so urgent that you called everyone here?"
Archmage: "Exactly, I was in the middle of a class at Dalaran, you know. You calling us here, doesn't that disrupt my studies? If I can't pass Arcane Level Five, you'll have to reimburse me for the resit exam fees."
Warlord: "I know, I know, it must be about merging with Lordaeron, right? I've already heard about it. Damn it, you unworthy descendants actually sold off our Perinod family property. Woe is me, if father's spirit in heaven knew about this, he would be so angry he'd burst out from the Shadow Realm."
Darksaide: "Get lost, you double-dealer, you have the nerve to talk? Running off to Lordaeron to play sonny, and then your godfather kicks the bucket, and you still have the face to attend the meeting?"