“She’s an orc!” said Khadgar, louder and harsher than he meant to.
“Half-orc, really,” said Medivh. He was bent over his workbench, fiddling with a golden device, an
astrolabe. “I surmise her homeland has humans, or near-humans, or at least had them within living
memory. Hand me the calipers, Apprentice.”
“They tried to kill you!” shouted Khadgar.
“Orcs, you mean? Some did, true,” said Medivh calmly.“Some orcs tried to kill me. And kill you as well.
Garona wasn’t in that group. I don’t think she was, at any rate. She’s here as a representative for her
people. Or at least some of her people.”
Garona. So the witch has a name,thought Khadgar. Instead he said, “We were attacked by orcs. I had a
vision of attacks of orcs. I have been reading the communications from all over Azeroth, speaking of
raids and attacks by orcs. Every mention of orcs speaks of their cruelty and violence. There seem to be
more of them every day. This is a dangerous and savage race.”
“And she dispatched you easily, I assume,” said Medivh, looking up from his work.
Despite himself, Khadgar touched the corner of his mouth, where the blood had already dried. “That is
completely beside the point.”
“Completely,” said Medivh. “And your point would be?”
“She is an orc. She is dangerous. And you have given her free rein in the tower.”
Medivh grumbled, and there was steel in his voice. “She is a half-orc. She is about as dangerous as you
are, given the situation and inclination. And she is my guest and should be accorded all the respect of a
guest. I expect this from you regarding my guests, Young Trust.”

Khadgar was silent for a moment, then tried a new approach. “She is the Emissary.”
“Yes.”
“Who is she the emissaryfor?”
“One or more of the clans that are currently inhabiting the Black Morass,” said Medivh. “I’m not quite sure which ones, yet. We haven’t gotten that far.”
Khadgar blinked in surprise. “Mother, I thought you were being hysterical,” said the past-Medivh.
“So a mystic bolt would bring aion gold me to my senses?” snapped the previous Guardian. Khadgar saw that she
was much older zxchanxiang now. Her blond hair 徵信 was now white, and there were tight wrinkles around her eyes and
mouth. Still, she 徵信社 held the presence of the earlier forms he had seen. “Now,” she said, “answer my
question.”
“Mother, you’re not wow gold seeing things right,” said the past-Medivh.
“Answer,” snapped zxchanxiang Aegwynn wow gold sternly. “Why did you bring the orcs to Azeroth?”“You let her into our tower, and she has no official standing?”
Medivh laid down the calibers and gave out a weary sigh. “She has presented herself to me as a
representative of some of the orc clans that are presently raiding Azeroth. If this matter is going to be
solved by any manner other than by fire and the sword, then someone has to start talking. Here is as
good a place as any.And, by the way, this is consideredmy tower, not ours. You are my student here, my
apprentice, and are here at my whim. And as my student, as my apprentice, I expect you to keep an
open mind.”
There was a silence as Khadgar tried to let this sink in. “So she represents whom? Some, none, or all of
the orcs?”
“She represents, for the moment, herself,” said Medivh, letting out an irritated sigh. “Not all humans
believe the same thing. There is no reason to believe that all orcs do, either. My question for you is, given
your natural curiosity, why aren’t you already trying to pull as much information out of her as possible,
instead of telling me I should not do the same? Unless you doubt me and my abilities to handle a single
half-orc?”
Khadgar was silent, doubly embarrassed both for his actions and for failing to see another way. Was he
doubting Medivh? Was there even a chance that the Magus would act in a fashion not to uphold his
Order? The thoughts churned within him, fueled by Lothar’s words, the vision of the demon, and the
politics of the Order. He wanted to warn the older man, but every word seemed to be turned back
against him.

“I worry about you, at times,” he said at last.
“And I worry about you as well,” said the older mage, distractedly. “I seem to worry about a lot of
things these days.”
Khadgar had to make one last attempt. “Sir, I think this Garona is a spy,” he said, simply. “I think she is
here to learn as much as she can, to be used against you later.”
Medivh leaned back and gave the young man a wicked smile. “That is very much the pot calling the
kettle black, young mageling. Or have you forgotten the list of things your own masters of the Kirin Tor
wanted you to wheedle out of me when you first got to Karazhan?”
Khadgar’s ears were burning crimson as he left the room.





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