He was surrounding by darkness, an etheral void which he recognized as the Nether. He couldn't feel anything at all. It was as if he had gone numb all over again. Like when he was sent into a coma in his youth. When Sargeras, the Fallen Titan had subjugated his mind.

He would've no more of it. He thought back as to what could've brought him to this pedicament and then remembered. Mount Hyjal where the combined effort of mortals sent the Burning Legion back from whence it came. Atleast for now. He was supposed to take his place amongst the legends of the past. He would let out a sigh if he could but all he could is let his mind wander until he saw something in the corner of his eye. Small white dots decorating the dark beyond, stars. Constellations. He saw staring at a night sky and before he knew it. He felt a surge of energy surround his body before he felt the ground underneath him. Then it all went black.

Then there was voices. Voices in the dark. He was coming about as he reached out and found himself lying on something soft, was he in a bed? Did he hears voice. He tried to focus and determine to what they may speak. It was a foreign language which he didn't recognize. Nevertheless, it would be a issue he could rectify easily given time. For now he was content to listen and pieces the words together, whomever had taken care of him obviously meant no harm; for now that is. His breathing was steady as he felt his fingers upon the blanket of fur covering him. He eventually opened his eyelids and looked around the interior of the room he inhabited. He easily concluded he was in a fort of somekind. The blanket of fur indicated it was somewhere in the northern areas of the world. Could it be Northrend. No, this fort was old, too old to have been built by humans in Northrend. It wasn't Alterac either since that Kingdom was no more and whatever fort they had was in ruins. The design was undeniably human, different from what he knew but familiar enough to see the similarity. To his great relief, Atiesh wasn't that far away and neither were his garments which were neatly folded on a locket right next to him.

He rose from his bed and saw an older woman on a chair. She was toothless, shrunken and wrinkled. Most probably close to blindness and had very little hair left to cover her head. She wore ragged clothing and wrapped herself in a blanket while knitting on something. Medivh had found that knitting isn't as appreciating as it should be. It was a form of meditation which eased the heart of it woes. Nevertheless she looked up and saw him. She didn't respond at first until she rose and spoke through the open doorway with no response. She spoke louder then there was sounds of footsteps. In through the door came a small man with grey eyes and grey hair. He has a robe of grey wool with volumious sleeves. No doubt in the sleeves were sewn pockets. There were also strange link of chains of various minerals and alloys; some which Medivh recognized and others which he didn't. The elderly man started to speak in a language which he didn't understood. He looked perplexed when Medivh didn't respond right away until Medivh decided to communicate by signs. The man easily picked up on what he tried to do and smiled. Sure enough, this method of communcation was limited it would have to do until he could cast a spell to rectify this lingustic issue.

However soon enough; another man came into the room. This one had a more dour expression on his face and dressed in a tunic with some pieces of leather to ward of the cold. Medivh could see by the quality of it all that he wasn't some mere footman. He seemed to be in his mid-thirties despite the close-trimmed beard which began to turn grey. The long face and dark hair resonated well with the cold grey eyes. He certainly had a demeanor of someone whom commanded respect.

He saw the elderly man bow in reverence to the man, it was obvious that he was some sort of liege, Lord or King. It matter little to Medivh at this point as he forcefully shoved away the blanket. Sure, being dressed in a mere tunic and trousers without any socks. He wasn't really appropiately dressed to greet a Lord. At that moment though Medivh couldn't care less as he reached out to grasp Atiesh which was leaning against the wall. He murmured a few words, a simple incarnation which at sight didn't do anything at first. The elderly man and the Lord didn't pay a lot of attention towards him since they spoke.

"He doesn't speak our language, my lord. He has so far communicated by hand gestures which by itself isn't an easy feat." The elderly man said to whom Medivh now was sure of being his host. Medivh lifted a hand up before speaking.

"No further explanation will be necessary. I can speak for myself now." When he spoke, both of them went quiet and turned their attention to Medivh. The elderly man seemed a bit perplexed as if he thought Medivh had feigned ignorance of their language while the Lord next to him didn't seem amused by the very least.

"If this was a jest. I don't see the humour of it." The man said most bitterly, straight to the point. Medivh laughed without mirth.

"Oh, it was no jest." Medivh spoke now standing tall with his staff in hand. Sure it wasn't to his liking to be without his shoulderguards and cloak bu the had to make do. "It's strange though as I've travelled far and wide yet your language isn't any which I recognized."

"Yet you speak our language flawlessly." The dour man responded curtly which understandable. He was no doubt under the impression that Medivh intentionally insulted him somehow.

"I speak your language flawless because I command it too." Medivh explained. "Look at my lips, does what you hear go in hand with how my lips move?" The Lord looked like he was to speak but then he stood still in silence.

"I understand if it's difficult of accepting. However let's not dwell on it. Let's put our focus on something more productive than a linguistic issue."

His words seems to have stirred the Lord as he spoke again. "Ofcourse." The man spoke as if accepted the explanation when his demeanor said otherwise. "I'm Lord Eddard of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

This time Medivh was puzzled. He recognized nothing of what this Lord Eddard Stark spoke of. "Do please forgive me but none of these names hold any meaning to me." Sure, Medivh was curt and direct. It wasn't necessarily respect but it wasn't out disgraceful either. It was obvious that Lord Stark was on the side of caution after how he suddenly spoke their language while still speaking his own.

"I'm Medivh, the Last Guardian of Tirisfal." He spoke firmly and he could see evidently that the man before him didn't know whom he was. However what he did clearly recognize was the power behind the name, although evidently not the power which he knew or wielded. "Now, you did mention being the Lord of Winterfell. I do assume it's this fort." It was more of a statement than a question yet the Lord seemed diligent enough to humor him with a nod of affirmation. The elderly man next to him had remained silent during the entire exchange.

"Maestar Luwin, please see to that our guest has everything he requires." He spoke with a firm commanding tone before he spoke directly towards Medivh. "I know not what a Guardian is or where Tirisfal is for that matter. Your name is foreign. However if you strength permits it. You're welcome to dine with me and my family this eve." Medivh pursed hils lips together momentarly

"I'd be happy to dine with you, Lord Stark." Medivh Finally answered; he couldn't deny a direct invitation from his host. Not at this stage while he doesn't know where he even is. Then again, maybe that's his reason for being here? So many possibilities but sure enough, he would know. Since no matter where he is. His duty remains the same, to protect the World.