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Originally, Khadgar had only wanted to stay a few hours, but here he was two weeks later still searching – well not, searching-searching he had a very good idea where it was – for the place where the Forsaken were manufacturing the Plague and well, destroy it. And his other unofficial duty of watching Genn Greymane run around like a chicken with his head cut off. Or maybe just a very small dog that liked to growl and yap when things were not going his way, either way, it had the Archmage worried over him.

They had no way of truly telling what was on that arrow and if it was truly out of the white Worgen's system. That concerned him, especially when Greymane refused – abhorred to stay still when his men were fighting against the Forsaken. The nursemaid, the poor lady, and himself had conversed over the way that Genn utterly lacked the ability to sit in one place at all. He didn't take to resting well, Khadgar noted one day, though much the same could be said about himself as he was horrible at listening to other people's ideas and taking them as anything less than a vague insult.

Genn Greyman was a king and Khadgar knew that most kings did not like sitting around and waiting for things to happen, that everything was above themselves and they bore that weight graciously. At least the kings Khadgar had come to respect over the years did. Genn lacked, much like Varian had, the ability to slow down and allow someone to handle that burden with them and Khadgar was obviously fascinated by the headstrong male.

From his time spent in Greywatch, the Archmage had come to see the depth of the scar that Varian's death had left on the Worgen and perhaps, he identified with it and noted to himself that they may have that in common. Pining for something that never could happen or maybe, Genn had gotten lucky. Khadgar was never truly sure of where that emotions truly laid.

He had spent one night simply watching Greymane and found himself missing Medivh once more. Even more, he was reminded of the trick the Legion had played, had used his own adoration for the Last Guardian against him. He had hoped, always hoped. It stung while he thought of it and when he had disposed of another batch of the Plague the next day, he thought of the green eyes that simply implored him to be loyal and want to take care of him. He had drank too much whine that night to get rid of the rest of those thoughts, as they had no reason to be in his head with the current threat at their finger tips.

All that he had come to realize, after all of two weeks, is that he needed to make Genn rest and allow others to handle the rest of things. He came up with a ploy and well, if it came down to it... he'd simply cheat and use his magic to keep him still and resting.

Khadgar had come up with other ideas, though his sleeping drought had been sniffed out and that had been a ruckus that he had to quickly diffuse before there was a horde of angry Worgen's knocking at the Forsaken's battleships in arms. He had also tried knocking him out, but that had started a scuffle that Khadgar was still nursing a bruised rib from – it wasn't broken, the nurse was told to focus on Genn as it would heal in due time.

He was prepared this time, truly prepared, and was quick about cornering Genn against a wall to show exactly how serious he was. Genn wouldn't listen to him due to the fact that he was not seen as the alpha – oh no, he learned early that Varian was that, but having more information now than he did then – and the only way to remedy that would be to challenge him in some way.

It's not like he was a small mage by any means, he was broad shouldered and tall, but was not a warrior in any sense of the word, unless you counted Mage.

“You need to rest,” he hissed out, keeping his hands clamped onto Genn's wrists and staring at him with his sharp blue eyes, careful to watch for any sort of reaction that would need him to flee by foot – he had left Atiesh in his own small room, which he regretted now that he thought about it, oh well no time for that.

"Perhaps you should heed your own advice." came the gruff answer, his own blue eyes narrowing at the man as he tested just how tight the grip was over his wrists. He could easily get free, but that would require an exertion of strength that might do more harm than good.

As far as he was concerned, he was well recovered from the injuries sustained from the Banshee Queen. Thus perfectly capable of returning to active duty in dealing with keeping Stormheim from falling to either the Legion or the Forsaken. At least until he was given orders to do otherwise.

He wasn't entirely certain just why the Archmage had decided to linger around Graywatch, but perhaps he could turn it to his advantage. What was good for the goose was good for the gander, after all. Khadgar needed the rest far more than he certainly did, he knew how working magics took a toll on a person. Given how much the Archmage had used his since this war began and how little it would appear that he rested...

Well, he knew what those symptoms suggested. He should given he was guilty of doing the same, not only once but going on twice now. "When was the last time you slept for more than a couple hours?"

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.

His own eyes narrowed slightly more at the conflicting signals that Khadgar was sending, mental hackles rising at the hint of possible hostility. Even after it had seemingly vanished, he remained wary and ready to break free in order to defend himself if that hostility became more than a mere suggestion.

When the poisoned arrow was brought up, he gave a quiet huff. "You worry overmuch. No wonder my medic favors you." The words were spoken mostly sotto voce, more as an observation than anything else. The different poison was the reason he'd allowed the medic to continue fussing over him long after he'd considered himself out of danger from it.

"Your champions could destroy that Plague if you told them where it was. They would also attract less attention to themselves while doing so as well. As for the leader, I suspect it would be that damnable Blightcaller."

See, Archmage? He fully knows how to delegate things. If he's going to be badgered to rest he's going to work to make certain that Khadgar rests as well. "I'll be holding you to that promise of resting with me."

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Khadgar's lips pressed together in a thin line when Greymane had proposed a much more subtle method of handling the plague and Blightcaller being the leader of it. Of course, he wanted to refute it and point out that they'd be more likely to cease if Khadgar had been the one to be there, but somehow he doubted the Worgen would come to agree with him. After all, he seemed very insistent on Khadgar resting if he had to.

“I said I would rest part of the time,” he pointed out, though he had a feeling that like with most things it would be a futile argument against the other, “not completely. I have work to do that does demand my attention.”

“I worry because you seem to be in a rush to follow after Varian,” Khadgar finally said, replying to the first comment about the medic favouring him for his clear dislike of the man's foolhardy charge into everything when those around him truly didn't know if there was more of a danger.

A sigh expelled itself from the Archmage and he let his shoulders slump as he lifted his hands from Genn's wrists and then used one to rub the bridge of his nose. Things were happening and he didn't think he truly had the time to rest because Greymane was petty and seemed to want to make him suffer from the idleness along with him.

"I doubt the world will see its end just because you got more than two hours sleep." He replied as he moved to loosely take hold of one of Khadgar's arms and turn him toward the building that currently held the cot he'd been using.

"You can stop worrying then. I have no plans on joining Varian anytime soon. I've survived this long, I still have plenty of miles left to go before I can join Varian in his rest."

After all, he now had to look after Varian's son in addition to his people.

Khadgar had to wonder exactly when Genn had decided to inflict rest upon him. Though, he began to suspect that the old wolf found him sleeping at the desk in the barracks more than once. A sigh escaped him and he wanted to refute the idea that nothing could happen in two hours, but saw it as an useless argument that the other would not take.

The hand on his arm and the fact that they were going toward the room that both he and the medic had decided to put aside for the king's rest had him only momentarily stumbling as a confused look exploded upon his face. There was only one cot in that room and there was not enough room in the small shack for a second cot, at least if one wanted to be able to walk around.

"You plan on forcing me to rest by making me share your cot?"

It was ridiculous, but the confused look gave way to a more amused one while he chose his next words carefully.

"Are you simply lonely enough to resort to a slumber party ? I'm sure I could send for your wife."

All the humor was present in the Archmage's voice as he resorted to it as he was rather uncomfortable with the prospect of sharing the cot. Not because he was scared of being bitten in his sleep or something worst, but because he was more than a bit touch deprived and no doubt his body would react unfavorably. He didn't want to need to explain that to Greymane in the least.

The Archmage couldn't remember when the last time he had been so tactile or even received as many touches as he had since he came to Stormheim after hearing the at first dire news on the fate of Genn. At least ones that weren't meant to maim him or from defending him, anyways.

He wasn't sure if he even wanted to share a bed with anyone, platonic or not, in any point in the future.

The thought brought another that was definitely proof he needed sleep as he wondered if Medivh would've let him into his bed or kicked him off of it if he had crawled in when he woke from that one nap. That lead to a different, more intimate image that made the Archmage stumble again right as they were approaching the entrance to the small room.

Khadgar's ears turned red, matching a faint dusting that reached his cheeks and traveled a bit down his neck.

His body was reacting because he was tired, he surmised sagely and decided then and there to rest like Genn had decided they both would do.

"I suppose I could do with some sleep," he murmured to the Worgen leader, just loud enough for him to hear.

Khadgar earned a flat look at his attempt at humor, but refraining from responding to it. Yes, it was rather lonely in this land, but that was to be expected, given that in war, people are separated from family and loved ones for lengthy periods of time.

The stumble only make him more convinced that the other man was in desperate need for proper rest. Catnaps were all well and good, but a man couldn't continue on nothing but those for too long. In the end, they'd end up wearing away at a person just as much as a complete lack of sleep did. He wasn't entirely certain what Khadgar went red over, perhaps it was the fact his body was revealing just how tired it actually was.

"Glad to hear you talking sense finally, and don't think you'll be capable of sneaking out on me after I fall asleep."

He had plans to sleep in such a way that such an attempt would be certain to wake him.

The Archmage refrained from pointing out that unless it was on top of him, he could simply just blink out of the small room. Instead, he just nodded slowly at Genn and wondered if he should just accept his fate.

Khadgar's 'problem' that had begun to form, throbbed insistently and he hoped to hell that his idea to keep him still wasn't on top of him. He took some deep breaths and instead focused on something else.

"I'm not sure there is truly a way for you to stop me if I felt like I leaving," Khadgar told him flatly.

Very few things could stop him if he put his mind toward it and he felt that was a strength of his, even if it made him stubborn and refused help at some points. Perhaps he was more like Medivh than he had realized, he was sure Lothar would begin to mother after him like he had over his master if he knew he wasn't sleeping enough.

Something else roved over him and Khadgar's stomach twisted into a knot.

"Thank you," he started and rubbed a hand through his hair, "thank you for caring enough to turn the tables back upon me."

He had departed Graywatch to check up on another outpost, but as he neared it on his return, it became blindingly obvious something was wrong. For one, the two guards that should have been standing to either side of the entrance weren't in sight.

Though he was forced to correct that thought as he came to stand at the entrance. They were there, or rather their corpses were. Each guard bore an arrow through their throat. He cursed and hurried into the outpost, and was brought up short almost immediately upon seeing that it had been slaughtered down to a man. A man who was even now dying as he knelt in front of Sylvanas surrounded by the fumes and sickeningly green liquid.

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Within the small building Graymane had moved from resting against the Archmage to crouching in the far corner as if something within the man knew he needed to distance himself before the dream that had ensnared his mind caused him to harm those near him. How long he would remain human and not a threat couldn't be said, but it would possibly depend on when someone thought to send someone in to check on them or fetch them for something.

Well, that certainly happened and Khadgar, when he had time to think about it, probably would take to admitting to himself that it wasn't the worst thing that he put himself through.

However, as the moment so happened, he was curled under a blanket on the cot and well, had been enjoying leeching the heat that seemed to radiate off of his bed partner. Had, as when he reaches out and finds nothing... Well, he comes to his senses a little more. He was alone in the cot, though his sleepy eyes found Greymane crouching in the corner muttering something to himself.

Khadgar's first action was snapping himself awake and immediately thinking the worst.

The world wouldn't end if he took a nap longer than two hours, he remembered Genn saying to him and well, yet by the way Genn was definitely crouching and either planning something in his little corner away... Perhaps he was trying to think of a way to tell the Archmage what was going on.

"Greymane," he spoke, throwing his legs over the sides of the cot wincing as the cool floor touched his bare feet.

By the light, he hated that feeling more than he could remember hating anything.

"Greymane, what has happened?"

He was glad that someone had moved his staff into the shack before they had fallen asleep and he reached out to grab it. Allowing it to help aid him in getting up properly. As soon as he was on his feet he was moving forwards to the corner where Greymane had crouched down to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder.

He heard his name, but the voice he heard wasn't Khadgar's. No from what he saw before him, the Archmage was no longer capable of speech. Instead it was that wretched Banshee Queen who spoke to him and was approaching him. No doubt to drive the weapon she held between his ribs so she could finally finish what she'd been trying to do since she invaded his homeland.

"Sylvanas, I should have killed you back in that temple. Do you even realize what you've done here? You may as well be working for the Legion itself at this rate."

The look Khadgar was gifted with as Graymane came up from his crouch was one he no doubt had never seen fully, glimpses perhaps, but the fury and rage turned the human face into something bestial. The words were spoken in a growled hateful tone.

"I'll learn from my past mistakes now, you'll not be leaving this place alive."

As the words ceased, smoke obscured the other man's form and out of the smoke lunged a white furred form, clawed hands reaching out to either rend or grasp the body before him as the muzzle snapped with lethal intent toward the throat.

Something was wrong, that much was clear as the words came from the Worgen and it was only driven home even harder as the name of the Banshee Queen was growled out and every word that seemed to follow.

Very few times had Khadgar felt the amount of fear that he had in those few seconds of being able to see the purely... feral look that had painted itself upon Greymane's face. As soon after there were more words and smoke. He had stumbled back and coughed from the smoke, though as he was knocked down by the lunging white wolf Khadgar could feel all breath being sucker punched out of him.

"Greymane!" Khadgar shouted, voice showing his pain as he could see spots of white and blue in his gaze from how hard his head slammed against the ground and his chest burned from the gouge he garnered from the initial lunge. He was at least glad he wasn't wearing his robes, even if they would've protected him somewhat from that claw mark.

It took a brief second but the archmage gathered the energy in his hand and attempted to use it to propel the rabid Worgen off of him before he could get maimed any more.

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Unfortunately, the queen managed to get her arm between him and her throat, but he did manage to render the arm incapable of using her favored bow for now. He was quite sick of her arrows.

He hadn't expected the the magic she used to shove him back and the impact with the wall made him pause for a couple precious seconds as he regained his bearings.

Once he'd recovered, the muscles in his hips and legs tensed to launch him forward once more to take advantage of the fact he'd downed her. Not that he expected her to stay down for long, she'd already proven quick in dodging in their last match. However this time he had managed to land a blow on her. Hopefully that would work in his favor.

"You will suffer for all of the death you've brought and for robbing this world of one of her most staunchest defenders." he snarled as he launched himself at her.

Things were making more sense the longer the fight was going on, however, Khadgar knew far too well that he was not going to be able to last much longer in a fight of pure strength with the Worgen King. Genn was stronger than him and in this form, much faster as well.

He luckily rolled out of the way of the second lunge and ignored how much his arm hurt. Khadgar would not be surprised if those claws had cut cleanly through his flesh and down to the bone. Now was still not the time to lament on it, however, he needed his mind focused upon disabling Genn from causing any more injury or even worse, getting out of the room and into the wild.

If Khadgar was seen as Sylvanas as all people, who knew what he would see others as.

"Greymane, it is not Sylvanas you're fighting," Khadgar attempted to reason once more, "it is Khadgar."

Atiesh was grabbed with the uninjured hand and Khadgar got that close to him in an attempt to have something between him and those claws. The staff was made of tougher things than his flesh and would not be as easily shredded by Greymane's claws. He pushed himself off the floor and ignored nausea from the burning pain as he began to channel more magic. He truly only had one shot to do this, maybe two if he were lucky, but the point was he would leave himself open while he did it.

Khadgar had no choice as he pressed him back against the wall and began focusing, letting the magic come to him as he began casting.

Graymane was unsurprised by the dodge and recovered from the failed lunge easily enough, eyes tracking the woman as she retrieved a sword from the ground. "That won't save you." He growled as one clawed finger pointed at the sword.

When he noted the magic building, he shifted his weight and strode forward toward her, one hand pushing the sword down to the side as his other made to grab at the hand gathering the magic. No doubt she had gotten hold of some magical talisman again.

"Neither will any magic you use. Even if you manage to kill me here, once people learn you killed the leader of the Council of Six. They'll be out for blood."

When Genn strode forwards and easily shoved his staff aside, then grabbed the injured arm, he wasn't surprised. Nor was he surprised at the first statement. However, the last one had him a bit off guard.

He was of the impression that Sylvanas killed him? It almost made him smile in spite of the situation. Luckily, Khadgar kept his wits about him as he furrowed his brows and murmured an apology. Atiesh was dropped and he moved to grab the clawed hand with his now free one to cast his spell.

Polymorph.

When the light died down, Khadgar slid down the wall and took in a few shallow breaths while gazing at the sheep he was left with. He was lucky that Greymane walked right into his plan without even a flicker of worry. He was lucky he was breathing, in all actuality and well, Atiesh was retrieved and he proceeded to hit the white sheep hard in retribution for... well, the pain he was in.

Now he needed to figure a way to get them out of that shack without alarming too many people and letting Genn the Sheep loose on the masses. Perhaps maybe not bleeding out should be somewhere on the list as well.

The worn, bloody archmage allowed himself those few seconds to catch his breath and inspect the bloodied bite, that, yes, he thought he could see peeks of bone from how deep they were. Let alone, he knew what was in store for him and really, he would prefer Greymane to help him through it than anyone else. It was his fault, after all.

Resting over, Khadgar began pushing himself up and glanced around for a rope or a -- A-ha. A belt. He'd need to make an extra notch in it and coax the sheep closer and perhaps.... not get bitten all over again. How would he explain to anyone that he was bitten by a sheep anyways?

The thought of how he could try to explain being bitten by a sheep lingered in his head as he procured something to poke a hole in the belt. He attempted to make it so that it would be... tight enough to keep Greymane close, but not... well, choke him to death. Though, he had no doubt that when he was to his senses, he'd probably have wished Khadgar had done just that.

"Greymane," he called over to the sheep after he was done, trying to gesture the sheep to come closer so he didn't have to go chasing after it.

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Khadgar earned a look of loathing and that was pretty much it. The sheep refrained from moving one way or the other currently, though the idea to leave the area until this wore off was tempting. However, there was no telling that the Banshee Queen would still be here upon such a return.

Genn would bide his time and wait for another window of opportunity to arise. This was not over. Not even close.

A long-suffering sigh escaped the mage and slowly got to his feet to wrangle the sheep into his new collar. Honestly, this was going to be hell either way. After getting Genn leashed, he closed his eyes to focus on how they'd be getting out of there without being seen.

The easiest way would be to just tell someone, it would also cause the most trouble and horror and Khadgar did not think Genn would appreciate that in the long run. The other was manufacture something that looked like an attack on Greywatch. Gently tugging on the leash, he moved to the door of the room to peek out and see how many people were out and about.

Minimal, most were sleeping or out doing recon on the information he left with some heroes before he had been completely forced to sleep. He could do it. He stuck his hand out of the door, deciding to instead hold the leash between his teeth for a few moments as he made the magic balls begin to form in the air. Nothing enough to kill anyone, but enough to perhaps damage some property and some of the less experienced folk.

When there was enough up there, he began the shower of them. He started them in waves and it did have the panic he was hoping for. They would all be too distracted to see him and the sheep leaving the small shack. Khadgar moved the leash back to his good hand, wrapping it around his hand and then latching it onto the staff and he began to leave Greywatch without being seen.

He succeeded and managed to get outside enough that he could set Atiesh down and slump onto the ground. He knew there were Heroes flocking forwards to Greywatch and honestly, he hoped one that had discretion would come this way.

"Sleep for more than two hours and the world wouldn't end," Khadgar found himself mumbling towards the angry sheep, "I am never taking your advice again."

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Luciphel had been on the way toward Graywatch regardless, given that it was simpler for him to get a gryphon ride from there to where he was going next. Of course the small fact that he felt something decidedly off in that direction, not to mention he was now smelling way too much smoke for the few campfires that the outpost had...

Well, he turned the easy trot he'd been crossing ground with into a more hurried canter. A gallop might get him there even faster, but he wanted to scout the outskirts first before barreling in. Decide if he ought to call in backup before diving in feet first.

Given the fact his first sight upon coming up on those outskirts was a particular Archmage practically naked and bloody, in the company with naught but a sheep--who it would appear was the source of the uneasy 'off' sensation that had first caught his attention.

He slowed the canter down into a walk, coming to a halt in front of Khadgar, the look on the equine face one of inquiry. He's not judging you, Archmage, but seriously, what the hell is going on here?

"Luciphel?" Khadgar asked, squinting up at the stag and finally allowing himself to smile in relief. At least it was a Champion he especially was fond of, it was indeed a plus to him. Despite his pleasure at seeing him, Khadgar was aware he was losing a lot of blood, that Greywatch was on fire and well... The sheep gave off an aura that screamed like it wanted to bite everything that moved. Perhaps the way it decided that chewing on the Archmage's pants would also seem off-putting.

He liked those pants too.

Another sigh and Khadgar moved his hand, careful as to not yank Genn anymore than he had to, and rubbed at his face lightly. He was absolutely smearing blood all over his face, but the mounting irritation at everything cause him to not care much. For once, he was angry that he was right, that Sylvanas had done something to that arrow and yet he was still so off about what it would do.

Khadgar didn't look anything like the banshee queen and Genn thought he was dead as well. He was beginning to think that perhaps he should take up drinking as a hobby.

"Greywatch is not under attack," Khadgar finally settled on saying first, "I simply needed to get myself and... Greymane out of Greywatch before there were any other casualties of whatever is afflicting him."

The Archmage paused and said; "Greymane," then gestured down towards the sheep with his good hand.

"It would be a much bigger fiasco if I had brought it to anyone's attention of what had transpired, so I was left with little choice but to make it seem like something was attacking the Fort. I assure you, everything should only be a little on fire."

Okay, forgive him for staring for a few seconds after that explanation. Then the elk abruptly became a leather clad night elf, a moment's concentration at least dealt with the majority of whatever injuries Khadgar suffered from. He was rather grateful he had spent time learning those healing spells. They came in damned useful in times like these.

"With fire, there's no such thing as 'a little on fire'." he quipped back before moving carefully closer toward the sheep which had ceased its attack on the Archmage's pants to eyeball him with mistrust and a considerable amount of hostility.

"I've felt...what's affecting your fleecy friend here, elsewhere. It's rather insidious and I think getting him out of there was definitely a good idea. Especially, if what I think is wrong with him is correct. Can I ask what happened to you? And...why Graymane is a sheep?"

"It is less on fire than it could have been if I had not been focusing as much as I could."

Khadgar was pleased when his injuries were healed up and he didn't feel like he was about to die at any given moment. The bite on his arm, however... Well, that didn't heal much at all and Khadgar was well aware of the implications that were left. He could already feel something attempting to claw it's way out and dominate his body. It was just good fortune that Khadgar had better control of himself than most.

The Archmage had been flexing his newly healed -- well, not broken arm when Luciphel told him that he knew what was inflicting the Worgen and well, that implied there would be a way to fix it. Or at least somewhat fix it and slowly edge it along until it was mostly done. Khadgar's attention was focused completely on the Night Elf Druid and carefully watched him while choosing his words carefully. At least his next ones were the easier of the plethora he had stored away in his mind.

"You have felt this before?"

Licking his dry lips, Khadgar mulled over the proper way to explain what had happened without it sounding... well, improper.

"Greymane had gotten me to rest, he had just employed a different method than simply slipping someone a potion. He had rested as well, for how long I do not know, but when I awoke I found him in a huddled away in a corner. Of course, I had thought something large had happened and he had been thinking of a way to explain that I had been right about something. I approached and was attacked. He called me Sylvanas."

The last few words were almost like Khadgar was pouting over being seen as the Banshee Queen.

And of course that explanation pretty much told him that his hunch was indeed correct. Which meant that it would be in everyone's best interest if he called in other druids. Perhaps a few that he knew could be trusted to keep this to themselves.

"Yes. In Val'sharah. It's--How much do you know of the Nightmare?"

Best to learn just how much he would need to explain before he began. It would give him a place to start.

"Not as much as I should, it seems. I only know what I hear from the other Champion's, which leads me to assume that it is much akin to the Sha of Pandaria," Khadgar replied, squeezing his brows together and tilting his head to the side at the Druid, "I assume it is not quite that simple, but you did ask me what I knew on the topic."

Khadgar kept his blue gaze even with the druid's, clearly eager for an explanation.

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