Dressed in brown robes, Kel'Thuzad looked at his two junior fellow apprentices in their new blue robes.
His usually cold gaze now held a measure of satisfaction.
Suddenly, he noticed that something seemed wrong with Khadgar's face:
"What happened to your eye?" Kel'Thuzad asked quietly.
The area around Khadgar's right eye was black, making him look like a Pandaren...
"N-nothing!" Khadgar covered his eye and ran straight off.
"What's wrong with him?" Kel'Thuzad asked Karin.
Karin shrugged...
"How shameless!" Khadgar raced through Violet Square alone.
He muttered indignantly to himself, "A mage, attacking me with such underhanded tricks! Absolutely shameless!"
As he spoke, Khadgar touched his black eye... Of course, he had to admit that despite how aggressive Karin had looked, he had never actually used much force, and Khadgar had barely been hurt...
But he could not bear the humiliation of being bullied like this!
"Just you wait, Karin!" Khadgar growled. "One day, I'll have my revenge!"
"Is that... Your Excellency Khadgar?" A battlemage spotted Khadgar and asked quietly, "What are you doing here?"
Clearly, Khadgar, now a seventeen-year-old archmage, had become something of a minor celebrity in Dalaran.
"That's me!" Khadgar nodded, then glanced over the battlemage and abruptly asked:
"By the way, do you know anyone around Dalaran who's good at fighting? Bare-handed!"
The battlemage froze for a moment, then said hesitantly, "I think... I think there's a monk in a small town on the western shore of Lake Lordamere who's supposed to be a very good fighter..."
"Come on, come on!" Khadgar immediately perked up and grabbed the battlemage's hand. "Take me to see him! I want to become his apprentice!"
The battlemage's mouth fell open. The famed apprentice of Archmage Antonidas, the genius who had reached the Sixth Ring at seventeen, actually wanted to