[She's in her cell-like cabin, usually the safest place to go in order to escape wardens. But Arthas has long been a special case, and Bea shields her face from the blast of hot air in disgust. The cold starts to spread and she can all but feel it running through her nerves, freezing them like flesh on metal. Now she's shivering harder, an uncontrolled tremor that owes something to fear but more to anger.]
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Unsporting once again, Arthas? I'm not surprised.