The young man's brow climbed on his forehead as he struggled to comprehend how the other knew the dangers of Karazhan in the present, when he had previously had been staring up the the stairs like they were not something he had ever seen in his life. It caused the younger mage to tilt his head back just barely to properly take in the other's whole stature.
He was garbed in a blue that seemed much like the one he normally wore, though the leather collar was... interesting. He couldn't see the purpose of it, not beyond covering his neck from any possible attacks. The man was taller, though similarly built as he was and there was something about the older mage that made him take pause and fix his gaze firmly on the others bright blue.
There was something that nagged at the back of his head but he ignored it to close his eyes and pinch his brow.
"I highly doubt you are familiar with the current dangers here," he bluntly told the older mage, "but even if you do, you still need to leave. You're not a previous Guardian - generally they die, I think there was only one that left peacefully - and you are not a Guardian Novitiate. You are far to old to be made one." He briefly paused to look apologetic at the other for his comment on the other's age, almost about to say so until he regained his tangent of thought. "My point being is that you are either a talented liar or -- what did you do to Atiesh?"
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The young man's brow climbed on his forehead as he struggled to comprehend how the other knew the dangers of Karazhan in the present, when he had previously had been staring up the the stairs like they were not something he had ever seen in his life. It caused the younger mage to tilt his head back just barely to properly take in the other's whole stature.
He was garbed in a blue that seemed much like the one he normally wore, though the leather collar was... interesting. He couldn't see the purpose of it, not beyond covering his neck from any possible attacks. The man was taller, though similarly built as he was and there was something about the older mage that made him take pause and fix his gaze firmly on the others bright blue.
There was something that nagged at the back of his head but he ignored it to close his eyes and pinch his brow.
"I highly doubt you are familiar with the current dangers here," he bluntly told the older mage, "but even if you do, you still need to leave. You're not a previous Guardian - generally they die, I think there was only one that left peacefully - and you are not a Guardian Novitiate. You are far to old to be made one." He briefly paused to look apologetic at the other for his comment on the other's age, almost about to say so until he regained his tangent of thought. "My point being is that you are either a talented liar or -- what did you do to Atiesh?"