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They found Medivh sitting in his laboratory, at the same workbench that Khadgar had left him no more
than an hour previously. Now the golden instrument he was working on was in twisted pieces, and an
iron hammer rested at one side of the bench.
Medivh started when Khadgar burst into the room, followed closely by Garona. The apprentice
wondered, had he been dozing through all this?
“Master! There is a demon in the tower!” blurted Khadgar.
“A demon, again?” said Medivh wearily, rubbing one eye with the flat of his palm. “It was a demon the
first time. The last time it was an orc.”
“Your student is correct,” said Garona. “I was in the library with him when it attacked. Large creature,
bestial, but cunning. Made of fire and darkness, and its wounds burned and smoked.”
“It was probably nothing more than another vision,” said Medivh, turning back to his work. He picked
up a mangled piece of the device and looked at it, as if seeing it for the first time. “They happen here, the
visions. I think Moroes warned you about them.”
“It was not a vision, Master,” said Khadgar. “It was a demon, of the type you fought at Stormwind
Keep. Something has gotten past the wards and attacked us.”
Medivh’s gray brows arched in suspicion. “Something get past my wards again? Ridiculous.” He closed
his eyes and traced a symbol in the air, “No. Nothing is amiss. None of the wards are tripped. You are here. Cook is in the kitchen, and Moroes is in the hall outside the library right now.”
Khadgar and Garona exchanged a glance. Khadgar said, “Then you should come at once, Master.”
“Must I?” said Medivh. “I have other things to worry about, of this I’m sure.”
“Come and see,” said Khadgar.
“We believe the beast to be dead,” said Garona. “But we don’t want to risk the lives of your servants on
our beliefs.”
Medivh looked at the smashed device, shook his head, and set it down. He seemed irritated by it. “As
you wish. Apprentices are not supposed to be this much trouble.”
By the time they reached the library, however, Moroes was standing there, dustpan and broom in hand,
surveying the damage. He looked up,In the present day, Medivh let out the howl of a lost soul, screaming to the heavens for forgiveness that
will never be forthcoming.
“That’s our cue,” said Garona, pulling on Khadgar’s robe. “Let’s get while the getting is good.”
Khadgar hesitated zxchanxiang for a moment, then followed aion power leveling her to the stairs.
They tumbled down the stone stairs three at a time, almost slamming into Moroes.

“Excited,” he noted calmly. “Problem?”
Garona hurdled down ?? past the castellan, but Khadgar grabbed the older man and said, “The master has
gone mad.”
“More than usual?” replied Moroes.
“It’s not a joke,” said Khadgar, then his eyes ??? lit up. “Do you have the whistle to summon gryphons?”
The servant raised a rune-carved piece of metal. “Wish me to summon…”
“I’ll do it,” said Khadgar, grabbing wow power leveling the item from his hands, and hurtling after Garona. “He’ll be after us,
but you had better run as well. Take Cook and flee as far as you can.”
And with that Khadgar was lost to view.
“Flee?” said Moroes to the wow power leveling apprentice’s retreating form; then he snorted. “Wherever would I go?” slightly lost, as the two mages and the half-orc entered.
“Congratulations,” said Medivh, the lines of his frown cutting deeply across his face. “I think it’s a bigger
mess now than when you first arrived. At least then I had shelving. Where is this supposed demon?”
Khadgar walked over to where the demon’s hand had jutted out, but now all that remained was one of
the bookcases pressed flat on the floor. Even the blood was missing.
“It was here,” said Garona, looking as surprised as Khadgar. “It came in, and attacked us.” She grasped the edge of the case, trying to pry it up, but the massive oak was too heavy for her. After she struggled a
moment, she said, “We both saw it.”
“You saw a vision,” said Medivh sternly. “Didn’t Moroes warn you about this?”
“Ayep,” confirmed Moroes. “I did at that.” He tapped the sides of his blinders for effect.
“Master, it did attack us,” said Khadgar. “We damaged it with our own spells. The Emissary here
wounded it, twice.”
“Hmmph,” grunted the Magus. “More likely you overreacted when you saw it, and did most of the
damage yourselves. These are fresh scratches on the table. From the demon?”
“He had iron claws,” said Khadgar.
“Or perhaps from your own mystic bolts, flung around like beads at a Stormwind streetfair?” Medivh
shook his head.
“My knife bit into something hard and leathery,” said Garona.
“No doubt some of the books themselves,” said the Magus. “No, were there a demon, its body would
still be here. Unless someone cleaned it up. Moroes, do you happen to have a demon in your dustbin?”
“Don’t believe so,” said the castellan. “I could check.”