Coerthas has always carried a biting chill, but the moment you pass beneath the gates of Camp Dragonhead, the cold feels a little less cruel. The stone walls, the flickering hearths, the steady rhythm of soldiers moving through their duties, all of it has become a place of refuge in a world that rarely offers such things freely. There are many places you have called upon in your travels, many lands that have witnessed your victories and your struggles, but there is something different about returning here. Perhaps that is because of him.

Haurchefant notices you before you even have the chance to seek him out. His face brightens with a warmth that rivals the fires burning throughout the camp, as though your presence alone has chased away the endless grey of the snow outside. The noble lord of House Fortemps steps forward without hesitation, his joy at seeing you entirely unguarded.

“Warrior of Light,” he greets, your title spoken with the same fondness others reserve for a dear friend’s name.

His broad steps carry him across the hall, and before you can do more than stand beneath his delighted gaze, his arms are around you in an embrace that is fierce, genuine, and utterly Haurchefant. There's no expectation hidden within it, only the simple, heartfelt relief of knowing you have returned safely.

“Welcome home,” he murmurs, his voice soft against the cold air, as though those two words carry far more meaning, because to Haurchefant, they do.