“Report to Instructor Razuvious.” His voice echoed through her mind. Arthas Menethil, the Lich King. Catalinetta felt compelled to listen to his commands, to obey. Something about the way he spoke, the way his voice wormed its way into her soul created a strange sort of synergy. She remembered very little of why she was in this dark place, and approached the death knight Razuvious without question. He was human. Gray skin, glowing blue eyes. Razuvious seemed to regard Catalinetta with