"What's wrong, my lord?" Karin barely managed to catch Medivh before he fell to the ground.
Medivh clutched his head, his expression agonized, groans escaping his lips from time to time.
"Med!" Lothar hurried over as well, looking at his old friend with concern.
Karin glanced around. Moroes and his ale were nowhere to be found. What should he do?
Surely these cavalrymen under Lothar's command would not carry ale with them on the march...
Medivh was already leaning against Karin's shoulder. He had lost consciousness and fainted.
"Come on, to Stormwind City!" Lothar anxiously scooped Medivh up and mounted his warhorse.
"Can you follow us on the gryphon?" he asked, looking back at Karin.
"Yes!" Karin nodded.
"Good, then hurry!" Lothar lashed his horse hard.
Stormwind Keep, a small room in the royal palace.
Medivh lay on the bed, but a pained expression crossed his face from time to time...
Anduin Lothar had traveled as fast as he could. They had made it from the Redridge Mountains to Stormwind Keep in barely five hours.
His warhorse looked as though it was about to die of exhaustion.
If Karin had not repeatedly stressed that the gryphon was not strong enough to fly with two people... it would probably have been Medivh's golden gryphon that died of exhaustion!
Medivh had been brought to Stormwind Keep, to a small room less than two hundred yards from King Llane's bedchamber!
Since High Priest Faol was currently preaching in Stromgarde, a bishop from Stormwind Cathedral named Benedictus had come to examine Medivh.
In his words, "There is nothing unusual about the Astral Plane Mage's condition. He has probably only exhausted his mental power..."
What a joke... Karin could only scoff at that! He had seen with his own eyes how Medivh dealt with