[When Anduin opts to open his door to venture out for the day, he will find a carefully wrapped box waiting for him. Wrathion does not knock to signal its arrival. Unlike his few other gifts, he does not bother to hide his identity -- it was only fun if there was a small challenge in it, and the young king would no doubt recognize any clues he would have given too quickly.
Upon it rests a small scroll, tied with gold twine. The note reads:]
History dictates that cold kings make for unpleasant company.
- The Black Prince
[Inside is a neatly folded and felted poncho in a deep blue, with carefully embroidered golden lions. It appears to be enchanted for eternal warmth.
Careful inspection will reveal several black scales hiding within the stitching of the filigree -- dark and small enough to be near invisible at a distance.]
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Christmas Morning
Upon it rests a small scroll, tied with gold twine. The note reads:]
- The Black Prince
[Inside is a neatly folded and felted poncho in a deep blue, with carefully embroidered golden lions. It appears to be enchanted for eternal warmth.
Careful inspection will reveal several black scales hiding within the stitching of the filigree -- dark and small enough to be near invisible at a distance.]