Khadgar's mouth dropped open a small bit as he had his valorous endeavours of getting Genn to rest thrown back in his face and turned around on him. The questioning on when the last time he slept more than a few hours only served to throw him off enough to loosen his grip on the man's wrists and furrow his brows deeply.
His bright blue eyes searched Genn's face for a real reason why he was suddenly concerned about how he was fairing and then relaxed as he realized that there was truly no threat or warning of another Dread Lord to worry about. It was just Genn attempting to do one of two things, one use the chance he would say no to resting as well to his advantage or he was honestly a little worried.
Sadly, before he softened the look upon the old mage's face had been hard, scrutinizing and almost wary. There were flickers of a brighter blue flashing through them and well, he honestly looked like he may attack.
Though suddenly he closed his eyes and attempted to reason with the Worgen and make him see that there were two different situations at play. More importantly, they could not be compared as easily as the Gilnean King seemed to think so.
"My own personal resting habits are besides the point I was trying to make."
He clicked his tongue and thought of the worried Champion who had accompanied Genn on his attack of Slyvanas. The poor thing was wrought with worry, a human priest with her pretty black hair and soft lines in the corners of her mouth. The Champion - he did not know her name, though she never complained over that the few times he had to read her name.
She told him of how she had a feeling the poison that Greymane had been struck with was different from the normal sort that dripped off of the Banshee Queen's arrows. He hadn't died, simply turned back to his human form and she made both him and the nurse who had tended to him worry that there would be a more lasting effect - or even just something nastier that would pop up from laying dormant.
"The poison you were hit with was something different, from what the Champion said and if so we do not know if you'll drop from anything. You are an important leader of the Alliance and you need to rest."
Surely that would do it, though the loud voice in his head that sounded an awful lot like Garona at timed told him that Genn was a warrior through and through. That would mean he would not take advice on any needed rest and simply keep pushing on. Somehow, he doubted Greymane would appreciate him referring to his actions as Orc-like, though he would meant it as a backhanded compliment.
"However, if it gets you to rest... I'll join you for part of it. I have to destroy the Plague and attempt to figure out which Forsaken would be the Leader in Slyvanas's absence. So it will be brief."
No, he probably wouldn't. Khadgar had too much to do and there were not enough hours in a day for him to handle what he could and manage more than a few power naps here and there.
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His bright blue eyes searched Genn's face for a real reason why he was suddenly concerned about how he was fairing and then relaxed as he realized that there was truly no threat or warning of another Dread Lord to worry about. It was just Genn attempting to do one of two things, one use the chance he would say no to resting as well to his advantage or he was honestly a little worried.
Sadly, before he softened the look upon the old mage's face had been hard, scrutinizing and almost wary. There were flickers of a brighter blue flashing through them and well, he honestly looked like he may attack.
Though suddenly he closed his eyes and attempted to reason with the Worgen and make him see that there were two different situations at play. More importantly, they could not be compared as easily as the Gilnean King seemed to think so.
"My own personal resting habits are besides the point I was trying to make."
He clicked his tongue and thought of the worried Champion who had accompanied Genn on his attack of Slyvanas. The poor thing was wrought with worry, a human priest with her pretty black hair and soft lines in the corners of her mouth. The Champion - he did not know her name, though she never complained over that the few times he had to read her name.
She told him of how she had a feeling the poison that Greymane had been struck with was different from the normal sort that dripped off of the Banshee Queen's arrows. He hadn't died, simply turned back to his human form and she made both him and the nurse who had tended to him worry that there would be a more lasting effect - or even just something nastier that would pop up from laying dormant.
"The poison you were hit with was something different, from what the Champion said and if so we do not know if you'll drop from anything. You are an important leader of the Alliance and you need to rest."
Surely that would do it, though the loud voice in his head that sounded an awful lot like Garona at timed told him that Genn was a warrior through and through. That would mean he would not take advice on any needed rest and simply keep pushing on. Somehow, he doubted Greymane would appreciate him referring to his actions as Orc-like, though he would meant it as a backhanded compliment.
"However, if it gets you to rest... I'll join you for part of it. I have to destroy the Plague and attempt to figure out which Forsaken would be the Leader in Slyvanas's absence. So it will be brief."
No, he probably wouldn't. Khadgar had too much to do and there were not enough hours in a day for him to handle what he could and manage more than a few power naps here and there.