BECAUSE NOW IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN [After some hard thought, Arthas decided to pull himself out of his slump and take a walk around. Sitting in the room he had been pigeon-holed in wasn't doing a thing for his state of mind and, while he would never be able to forget about the crisis he left back home on Azeroth...he recognized that he needed to breathe before he drove himself mad.
Being a holy man, the Prince found himself drawn to the graveyard. It was the one familiar thing in such an unfamiliar world. Graveyards were all the same -- a place of rest for the dead, where they could move on to the next life. He didn't need his hammer to bless the tombstones there...but he found that the moment his hand touched the stone and was bathed in the Light that his energy rapidly faded. It caused him to glare at his own hand -- the Light had quelled from him in Stratholme too -- now it sapped his strength.
He was torn from his thoughts by a rather familiar voice, though much less cheerful than he remembered. Sobered by the sight, Arthas carefully approached, still fully clad in his armor. He stopped a few paces away, enough to give her some respectful space.]