They had settled into a comfortable silence. The kind that normally happened between two people that were close. It was funny how it always happened that way. They had been apart for so long, and now that they were together it was as if no time passed between them. And now there wasn't a demon getting in the way of things.
Medivh glanced at Khadgar, frowning at his facial expression. Before he could ask what was wrong - his old apprentice's words caused him to frown further with concern. Something they needed to discuss before any visit...what?
The first sentence out of Khadgar's mouth caused all the color to drain from Medivh's face, his eyes wide and blazing with visible outrage. The change in mood was so incredibly fast, going from concerned to raging - as palpable as a thunderstorm around the ex-Guardian. His posture immediately tensed, straightening ramrod straight as a muscle in his jaw worked - words fighting to burst forth from his bloodless lips.
Casual use of fel magic? Demons nearby???
The Magus jerked from the couch - looming over it. Don't act adversely??
"THE FOOLS!" He thundered, turning away from Khadgar, muscles tensed and straining as his fists clenched tightly. "All the efforts of keeping the fel from Azeroth over aeons and it was ALL FOR NAUGHT!" He punctuated this by upending the table in a paroxysm of rage. It partially splintered when it hit the wall in a loud echo of noise. He was not just talking of the Guardians of Tirisfal (of which he failed in that duty utterly) - but other factions that worked on keeping the demons out since the Great Sundering. "You might as well let in the entire Legion in! Invite Sargeras for tea!" He raged, kicking at the remains of a table leg which knocked over a chair.
He stood there, panting raggedly. The question about Illidan Stormrage had registered but he had no idea why Khadgar would ask such a thing. He mulled over an answer - attempting to calm down. But it was hard, knowing that such...people if they could be called such...were allowed to just wander free or even alive.
"Brother to Malfurian Stormrage. Known as the Betrayer to his people. Locked away for 10,000 years...Why do you ask such a thing?" He snapped finally, voice hoarse. He of course knew of Illidan in the Nexus though he did not interact with him directly.
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Medivh glanced at Khadgar, frowning at his facial expression. Before he could ask what was wrong - his old apprentice's words caused him to frown further with concern. Something they needed to discuss before any visit...what?
The first sentence out of Khadgar's mouth caused all the color to drain from Medivh's face, his eyes wide and blazing with visible outrage. The change in mood was so incredibly fast, going from concerned to raging - as palpable as a thunderstorm around the ex-Guardian. His posture immediately tensed, straightening ramrod straight as a muscle in his jaw worked - words fighting to burst forth from his bloodless lips.
Casual use of fel magic? Demons nearby???
The Magus jerked from the couch - looming over it. Don't act adversely??
"THE FOOLS!" He thundered, turning away from Khadgar, muscles tensed and straining as his fists clenched tightly. "All the efforts of keeping the fel from Azeroth over aeons and it was ALL FOR NAUGHT!" He punctuated this by upending the table in a paroxysm of rage. It partially splintered when it hit the wall in a loud echo of noise. He was not just talking of the Guardians of Tirisfal (of which he failed in that duty utterly) - but other factions that worked on keeping the demons out since the Great Sundering. "You might as well let in the entire Legion in! Invite Sargeras for tea!" He raged, kicking at the remains of a table leg which knocked over a chair.
He stood there, panting raggedly. The question about Illidan Stormrage had registered but he had no idea why Khadgar would ask such a thing. He mulled over an answer - attempting to calm down. But it was hard, knowing that such...people if they could be called such...were allowed to just wander free or even alive.
"Brother to Malfurian Stormrage. Known as the Betrayer to his people. Locked away for 10,000 years...Why do you ask such a thing?" He snapped finally, voice hoarse. He of course knew of Illidan in the Nexus though he did not interact with him directly.