Man A:Glad you could make it, Uther.

 

Man B:Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be the prince, but I'm still your superior as a paladin.

 

Man A: As if I could forget. Listen, Uther, there's something about the plague you should know.

 

Man A:Oh no. It's too late. These people have all been infected. They may look fine now, but it's a matter of time before they turn into the undead.

 

Man A:This entire city must be purged.

 

Man B: What? How can you even consider that? There's got to be some other way!

 

Man A:Damn it, Uther. As your future king, I order you to purge this city.

 

Man B:You are not my king yet, boy. Nor would I obey that command if you were!

 

Man A:Then I must consider this an act of treason.

 

Man B:Treason? Have you lost your mind. Arthas?

 

Man A:Have I? Lord Uther, by my right of succession and sovereignty of my crown, I hereby relieve you from your command and suspend your paladins from service.

 

Woman:Arthas, you can't just...

 

Man A:It's done! Those of you who have the will to save this land, follow me. The rest of you... get out of my sight.

 

Man B:You've just crossed a terrible threshold, Arthas.

 

Man A:Jaina?

 

Woman: I'm sorry, Arthas. I can't watch you do this.