The sun crept over the frozen peaks of Northrend before illuminating the empty peaks of Dalaran. The Reverend had just awoken and was preparing for his day. Being a Priest of the Light, he had ample access to many of the citizens of Dalaran putting him in the perfect position to spread the curse among the populous.
His day was long, but the rewards were immeasurable. Through blessings of those going off to war, to sinners seeking confession for their sins, he met with them all day. Quietly ensuring his own survival and their eventual deaths. By the end, countless mages had been infected, yet none were prominent members of Dalaran. Perhaps they were not followers of the light. Or perhaps they were just not interested in the Reverend's services.
After his final meetings, the Reverend slipped back to his room. Upon entering the room, one of his guards delivered a letter bearing the seal of the Cathedral in Stormwind. The Reverend was intrigued by the letter due to the fact that no one should know where he was. He quickly opened the letter and read it aloud several times.
He chuckled. "Seems the Cathedral thinks that I may be dead. Since my ship did not rendezvous when it supposed to, they are sending our search parties to try and find me. I will return in time. Though I will use this time of anonymity to my advantage. I will infect as many as I can til I am secure in the longevity of my own life. Perhaps my new mistress will have something for me as well." The Reverend thought to himself for a moment before sliding into bed.