"The Astral Plane Mage is back!" At dusk, Moroes's grating voice suddenly rang out in the library. "He's in the dining room. He wants to see you!"
Karin nodded, setting down the scroll in his hands, and hurried downstairs.
Medivh sat at the table, his face somewhat pale... A large mug of ale stood before him, much larger than his usual mug.
"Moroes told me you cleaned the library very thoroughly?" Medivh asked quietly.
His voice sounded a little hoarse, almost as though it were not his own.
"Only a small part of it. Your library is very large!" Karin hastily explained.
"It's already a very good start... You did well!" Medivh's expression recovered somewhat, and he stood and walked toward the stairs.
"Master, are you leaving again?" Moroes asked with concern.
"Yes!" Medivh nodded. "Are you coming?"
"Me?" Karin froze. Medivh's last question had clearly been directed at him.
The Astral Plane Mage had already started up the stairs. After a moment's hesitation, Karin hurried after him.
"Yes, but where are we going?" Karin hurriedly asked as he followed Medivh.
"Follow me!"
Following Medivh, Karin arrived on the roof of Karazhan.
"Do you know any flight spells?" Medivh asked. "For example, turning yourself into a bird, or giving something like a broom or carpet the ability to fly, allowing you to fly quickly!"
"No." Karin shook his head. "I can only just manage to use Levitate or Slow Fall to glide through the air for a while..."
"That's too slow!" Medivh frowned. "Then can you handle a flying mount?"
"I rode dragonhawks in Quel'Thalas..."
"Enough!" Medivh cut him off brusquely before Karin could finish.
Then he took out his ugly staff, Atiesh, and waved it toward the distance several times, muttering something under his breath.
It sounded like