"After all, what's done is done. Don't be too regretful. Come, have a drink to ease your mind. We're all family here. There's no feud between a mother and her child that can last overnight. Your mother will come around after she cools off a bit."
With that, Mo Fei poured a glass of Moonshine for Medivh.
Medivh downed the drink in one gulp, and Mo Fei immediately refilled it.
It took three glasses for Medivh to regain his composure somewhat.
Medivh (the Guardian): "Is there really not a single living soul left in Karazhan? Moroes! Moroes!"
Moroes, the old man, emerged from who knows where, his face twisted with madness and fear, his skin withered and aged. The once dignified English gentleman now looked like a desiccated corpse.
It seemed Moroes had some skill, after all, as the steward of Karazhan, one would expect him to have some mana. However, it wasn't enough to completely protect himself. He had managed to save his life, but he had still sustained severe injuries.
