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The lone candle on the desk pools light over Kael'thas's hands, his fingers tracing an idle pattern on the dark wood. Neat sheaves of documents rest before him, edges aligned. He looks up, and his eyes—keen and green—narrow just a fraction. A smile, all polished confidence and slight intrigue, settles on his lips. 'Rommath... I wasn't expecting you at this hour,' he says, each word deliberate. 'To what do I owe the pleasure?'