Raven Prophet (2)

"Though ordinary people may find this hard to accept, a prophet's ability cannot truly grant anyone anything. Fate—unfathomable fate—is every person's greatest wealth." Roderick looked at the gaunt man before him. To hell with prophecy; a warrior's duty was to struggle against fate.

"Congratulations on breaking free from such a terrible restraint," the knight said solemnly.

"Thank you for understanding. You look more like a scholar from a library now than the valiant knight who charged into Stratholme," Medivh replied politely.

"Didn't Dalaran's council tell you? I rather liked their public library, though there were simply too few books there." Roderick laughed heartily.

"Your abilities may foresee dangers in the future, but they cannot perceive specific details. Without concrete evidence, no rational person would heed your advice simply because of a prophecy warning of danger." This had also been Medivh's greatest problem when he had tried to persuade the King of Lordaeron.

"Indeed." The legendary mage also sank into memories of the past.

"If a king asked his people to abandon homes they had lived in for years, give up their safe and prosperous cities, and travel to a wild, unknown continent for such a reason, then he must have gone mad. Such an action would never win the approval of his subjects."

"In the world of Azeroth, danger is everywhere. Even if the Kingdom of Lordaeron fled in its entirety to a distant continent, they might still encounter some other irresistible calamity, like another Burning Legion invasion or swarms of insects bursting from beneath the earth."

"The Scourge destroyed the kingdom, but that was no reason to flee their homeland. Kalimdor was by no means a safe land either, especially with a pack of terrifying beasts escaped from the internment camps watching hungrily from the side."

Roderick did not