A few nights later, Khadgar glanced up from the campfire and suddenly announced, “I think we have a problem.” The others all turned to listen to the young-old mage. “I have consulted with the other magi and we think we know what’s caused the ground to change,” he explained. “It’s the Dark Portal itself. Its very presence is affecting our world, starting with the lands immediately around it. And I think it’s spreading.” “Why would this portal cause such an alteration?” Uther asked. The Silver Hand leader had never been very comfortable with magi, sharing the common perception that their magic was unholy and possibly even demonic, but he had learned to at least accept and possibly even respect Khadgar during the long war. But the mage shook his head. “I’d have to see it to be certain,” he replied.Lunch consisted of a cold game fowl looted from the cold room and tucked under Lothar’s arm, and two mugs of ale the size of ewers, one in each meaty hand. The King’s Champion was surprisingly at ease, despite the situation, and guided wow gold Khadgar out to a high balcony overlooking the city. “My lord,” said Khadgar. “Despite the Magus’s request, I realize you have other work.” “Aye,” said Lothar, “and most of it was taken care of while you were talking to Medivh. His majesty King Llane is in his quarters, as are wow gold most of the courtiers, under guard, in case that demon decided to hide in the castle. Also I have agents already spreading through the city, with orders to both report anything suspicious but not to make themselves suspicious. The last thing we wow gold need is a demon-panic. I’ve cast all my lines, and now there is nothing to do but wait.” He looked at the younger man. “And my lieutenants know that I’ll be on this balcony, as I always have a late lunch anyway.” Khadgar considered Lothar’s words, and thought that the King’s Champion was very much like Medivh—not only planning ahead a few moves, but delighting in telling others how he’s planned things out. The apprentice picked at the sliced breast meat while Lothar tore into a drumstick. The pair ate in silence for wow gold a long time. The fowl was anything but foul, for it was treated with a concoction of rosemary, bacon, and sheep’s butter placed beneath the skin before roasting. Even cold it fell apart in the mouth. The ale for its part was pungent, rich with bottomland hops. Beneath them the city unfolded. The citadel itself was atop a rocky outcropping that already separated the King from his wow gold subjects, and from the tower’s additional height, the citizens of Stormwind looked like naught but small dolls zxckangshifu busying themselves along crowded streets. Some sort of market day was playing out beneath them, brightly-tarped wow gold storefronts occupied with vendors bellowing (very quietly, it seemed to Khadgar at this altitude) the virtues of their wares. For a moment Khadgar forgot where he was, and what he had seen, and why he was there in the first place. It was a beautiful city. Only Lothar’s deep grumble brought him back to this world. “But I’d guess the portal is linking our two worlds, this one and the orcs’ homeworld of Draenor, and it’s doing more than just forming a bridge. Somehow it’s melding the two together, at least right at its entry point.” “And their world is made of red stone?” Brann guessed. “Not entirely,” Khadgar answered. “Some time ago I had a vision of Draenor, however, and what I saw of it was a bleak place, with ground much like this. There is little life left there, as if nature itself has been stripped away. I think it may be their magics, which taint the land itself. That taint is spreading through the portal, and every time the orcs use their magics here it grows worse.” “All the more reason to destroy it, then,” Turalyon announced. “And the sooner the better.” His friend nodded. “Yes, I agree. The sooner the better.”

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