Deep Rock may be old, but he is still an imposing fighter. A few massive blows dent Foerist before knocking Frostmourn back. As he seeks to regain his footing, Deep Rock kicks the sword away and raises his hammer
"I have no son."
Snowflake then rushes to him, embracing him in tears
"Put the hammer down… please… I… I don't want any more pain… just… please…"
The old kings face melts into a pained smile as he lowers his hammer, then drops it entirely as he embraces his queen.
"I would not dare do anything to hurt you… Not now that I have you back at last."
Frostmourn struggles back up and inspects the damaged sword
"So, what is your final answer?"
Deep Rock stands in silence.
Snowflake weeps on his side, pleading quietly
The old king then sighs and removes his crown
"…For the good of all, I yield. But you are no son of mine. King Frostmourn.
May you rule wisely."
Valeriana shaker her head.
"There is an old wound I must go close now. You two. I have a mission for you.
Go to the graves, and find the remains of Old King Ironmane. Take them, and return to Wintersgrasp.
…I'll catch up as soon as I can."
Snowflake and Deep Rock are still embracing in silence.
Frostmourn picks up the crown
"Then let it be known that this day, it was not Wintersgrasp that conquered Ironfoe. It was this day the two kingdoms united, to form a single, stronger, equal
nation. That, of the Northern Empire.">>228596
"In his studies of magic.">>228597
"Twenty one. Why?
And are you implying we don't have streets down there, grass muncher?"