Even after returning to Karazhan, Su Ming was still explaining to Khadgar the benefits of not looking at explosions.
"Setting aside protecting your eyesight, think about it. You throw out a Pyroblast, then turn around confidently and let the enemy become a pile of black ash as they meet their inevitable death. Isn't that stylish?"
Su Ming slung an arm around Khadgar's shoulders as they headed downstairs, stuffing a cigarette into his mouth and a bottle of liquor into his hand.
Whatever Khadgar had been like in the original history, Su Ming had interfered now. In the future, he had to learn how to smoke, drink, and get his hair permed.
"Uh, I don't know Pyroblast yet." Khadgar scratched his head, unable to picture that scene.
"Why are you so literal? Looks like I'll have to start by teaching you how to throw lime powder in a fight. Still, you've mastered instant-casting techniques like Presence of Mind. Looks like you really are more gifted in the Arcane school."
As Su Ming passed the ballroom, he casually grabbed a few apples. All the Golems in the exhibition hall had shut down. It seemed Medivh had arranged everything before leaving.
"But I read in books that some monsters can alter their elemental resistances. If I only master one type of magic, enemies like that will counter me, so I need to learn other kinds of magic." Khadgar actually started discussing magic. He had no desire to learn anything about throwing lime powder.
Su Ming nodded. "That's true. There's a type of Maneater in Dire Maul that can change its elemental resistances and even reflect magic. They're all Experiment Subjects of the Shen'dralar. By the way, where are Karazhan's enchanting formulas and recipes? Find them and I'll take them. Medivh won't need them