"Neigh~"
Amid the rush of wind raised by Astral Steed's beating wings, the Astral Warhorse reluctantly circled several times high in the sky under Dick's control, then landed steadily in Karazhan's gryphon roost, startling several listless Ghost Gryphons into flapping their wings and darting out.
Astral Steed neighed as though mocking them and nudged Dick's waist with his large head. Dick patted his head, drew him into the magical reins in his hand, and entered Karazhan through the back door with a delighted Velinde.
"The exhibition hall is open to you, honored visitor!"
The towering mechanical golem, the wondrous creature Medivh had named the Curator, opened the door to the Observatory for Dick with a metallic voice. The worgen girl held a basket of fruit she had taken from a table in both hands. Following Dick, she secretly popped delicious, juicy berries into her mouth, their sweet juice leaving her face full of bliss.
The female worgen, who had originally been unqualified to enter Karazhan, could now stroll openly through the ancient Wizard's Tower. Clearly, while they were away, little Med'an must have added Velinde to Karazhan's visitor system as well.
Dick gently pushed open the door. The Observatory looked the same as ever. The strange, half-dead Green Dragon lay on the floor, letting out thunderous yawns. When Dick entered the hall, the old dragon half-opened his eyes and twitched his nostrils. Clearly, he had smelled the scent of a Green Dragon on Dick. But "Void" had, after all, already left the Green Dragonflight, so a few seconds later, he closed his eyes and began snoring again.
On the other side of the Observatory, the old mage Meryl Winterstorm was reading a tome floating in the air. Med'an stood behind Meryl, wearing azure robes and carrying a new, exquisite short