Sargeras bit back his words as he gazed at Krassu, and cringed.
He had seen a magic caster defeat a dragon outside of Rodu, and he had heard him shout that he would batter the dragon's head with his staff.
And now that magic caster was waiting to be served here in his white robe. He could only see his profile back then, but he had recognized him at first glance. He was in awe of powerful humans.
He felt he could also fight a dragon after he got to another level and procured the weapon under the holy lake, but he might have to eat a lot of roujiamos first. He had to find quests in the guild and make money to eat roujiamo every day.
The owner here is indeed much stronger that he seems. Such a powerful magic caster is eating in his restaurant, Sargeras thought. He felt fortunate that he hadn't made any waves in the morning. "Mag, I'd like three roujiamos," he said to the owner.
