He returned to his (well, Medivh’s) library to find her going over his notes. An immediate rage
blossomed in his chest, but the sting of her blows, and Medivh’s chastisement, kept his anger in check.
“What are you doing?” he still said sharply.
Emissary Garona’s fingers danced up from the papers. “Snooping, I believe you called it? Spying?” She
looked up, a frown on her face. “Actually, I’m just trying to understand what you’re doing here. It was
left out in the open. Hope that is all right with you.”
It is NOT all right with me,thought Khadgar, but instead he said, “Lord Medivh has instructed me to
extend to you every courtesy. However, he may take umbrage if, in doing so, I allow you to blow
yourself up in casting some ill-thought magical spell.”
Garona’s face was impassive, but Khadgar noted that she did lift her fingers from the pages. “I have no
interest in magic.”
“Famous last words,” said Khadgar. “Is there something here I can help you with, or are you just
snooping in general, seeing what you can come up with?”
“I was told you had a tome on Azeroth’s kings,” she said, “I would like to consult it.”
“You can read?” asked Khadgar. It sounded harsher than he meant it. “Sorry. I meant to say…”
“Yes, surprisingly, I can read,” said Garona, quickly and officiously. “I have picked up many talents over
the years.”
Khadgar scowled. “Second row, fourth shelf up. It’s a red-bound book with gold trim.” Garona
disappeared into the stacks,“No wonder he was so testy when you asked him that,” said Garona. Khadgar shushed her, and kept an
eye on the zxchanxiang present-Medivh. The present
aion gold incarnation had ceased to press against the walls of the wards,
and his face seemed to have lost its emotion.
“Mother?” said the
aion gold present-Medivh. His face looked credulous.
“You don’tHAVE an answer, do you?” said Aegwynn. “This is some little game you’re playing. Some
challenge for Llane and Lothar to amuse themselves with? The power of theTirisfalen is no game, child.
There are more orcs
aion gold coming in all the time, and I am hearing of caravans being raided near the Black
Morass. A novice could track back to your Portal, but only your mother would be able to taste the
power that wrapped it. Again, child, how do you account for yourself?”
Khadgar wilted under the
aion gold older woman’s invective, and half-expected the past-Medivh to flee the room.
Instead, Medivh surprised him. He laughed deeply.
“Does your mother’s disproval amuse you, child?” said Aegwynn sternly.
“No,” said Medivh, flashing a deep, predatory
aion gold grin. “But my mother’s stupidity does.”
Khadgar looked across the room, and saw the present-Medivh flinch at the sound of his past
incarnation’s words. and Khadgar took the opportunity to gather up his notes from the table. He
would have to keep them elsewhere if the half-orc had free run of the place. At least it wasn’t Order
correspondence—even Medivh would have a fit if he turned over ‘The Song of Aegwynn’ to her.
His eyes went to the section where the scroll used as the key was kept. From where he was standing it
looked undisturbed. No need to cause a scene here, but he would probably have to move it as well.
Garona returned with a massive tome in her hand, and raised a heavy eyebrow at Khadgar, forming a
question. “Yes, that’s the one,” said the apprentice.
“Human languages are a bit…wordy,” she said, setting the tome down in the empty space that
previously held Khadgar’s notes.
“Only because we always have something to say,” said Khadgar, trying to manage a smile. He
wondered, did orcs have books? Did they read at all? They had spellcasters, of course, but did that
mean they had any real knowledge?
“I hope I wasn’t too hard on you, earlier in the hall.” Her tone was glib, and Khadgar was sure that she
would rather have seen him spit out a tooth. Probably this was what passed for an apology among the
orcs.
“Never better,” said Khadgar. “I needed the exercise.”
Garona sat down and started pouring through the text. Khadgar noticed that she moved her lips as she
read, and she had immediately turned toward the back of the book, to the recent additions about King
Llane’s reign.
Now, not in the immediate fire of combat, he could see that Garona was not the standard orc he had
fought earlier. She was lean and well-muscled, unlike the lumpy, rough brutes he had battled at the caravan site. Her skin was smoother, almost human, and a lighter shade of green than the jade flesh of the
orcs themselves. Her fangs were a bit smaller, and her eyes were a bit larger, more expressive than the
hard crimson orbs of the orc warriors. He wondered how much of this was from her human heritage and
how much from being female. He wondered if any of the orcs he had fought earlier were female—it was
not obvious, and he had no desire to check at the time.
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