Chapter 4
Felsong
It seemed that no sooner had the two arrived they were straight to work. Khadgar was immediately met by a Kaldorei female clad in full bladed armour, Manuka knew straight away what she was; a Warden. The wardens had been steadfast protectors of Azeroth for centuries. The Kaldorei's unnaturally long lifespan and aversion to most illness and disease made them perfect for the role of judge, jury and executioner, a fact that all wardens prided themselves upon greatly.
"Cordana, I'd like you to meet Manuka."
The Archmage gestured to his young apprentice with a warm smile upon his face,
"I suggest you both get acquainted. Cordana Felsong here will be helping to keep this tower and the surrounding garrison safe from any unwanted guests, and I can think of no one finer for the task!"
Cordana shifted slightly, her glowing green eyes surveying the younger arcanist before turning to Khadgar,
"you flatter me, Archmage-"
her voice was cool and professional, any true emotion she felt was hidden deep within the confines of herself,
"come, night is closing in and I must brief you on what we have uncovered so far."
Cordana turned swiftly and walked towards the entrance of the tower,
Manuka eyed her cautiously and followed his master who now too walked towards the tower.
"Worry not..."
the young arcanists gaze lifted to meet his teacher, who peered back at him with a smirk
"the wardens may seem a little cold. But in their chests beats hearts of a resolve I've never seen broken nor swayed."
Khadgar placed a reassuring hand on Manukas shoulder, giving him a slight shake as he did so; the younger man swayed, though whether it was from his mentor shaking him or the wave of pure mana that passed from the Archmages gloved hand to him was debatable. The raw arcane power that man possessed...Manuka had to wonder why Khadgar even needed guards in the tower.
The debriefing was a long and tedious one. Cordana, Manuka and Khadgar all sat around a large table overflowing with various parchments and scrolls full of the knowledge that the ally spies had gathered up. The young arcanist had never seen anything like it and most of the intel he didn't understand, so instead he settled for listening and atleast trying to come to grips with what was going on.
"We have reason to believe that Gul'Dan is behind the Iron Hordes advances throughout this Draenor. It would seem he has more influence here than we first thought..."
Cordana pointed at a particular piece of parchment that had been carried back to the Garrison via one of Khadgars ravens in great haste.
The Archmages crystalline eyes narrowed as he read through the report, his fingers tightening around the letter and threatening to tear the delicate material,
"This comes as no surprise."
Khadgars voice was dangerously low as he backed away from the table and began pacing around the room, his mentee watching him closely,
"that twisted monster has strived for the destruction of Azeroth for many years, across
multiple timelines! The fact that he is here somewhere shows just how dire the situation on Draenor really is. I must find him!"
Khadgar had barely finished speaking when Cordanas fist slammed down onto the table causing Manuka to jump.
"Out of the question! As your bodyguard it is my sworn duty to see that no harm comes to you. I cannot allow you to go on some wild goose chase!"
The Archmage frowned,
"A wild goose chase? You would have me do nothing, Cordana? I won't sit idly by and watch that fel-twisted monster to corrupt this land or Azeroth any further than he has done already!"
"Excuse me?"
Both the warden and master arcanist turned from one another to face Manuka, the young Mage was propping himself up on the table, idly fingering through the pages of some tomes. "Who is Gul'Dan...?"
The young Mages voice was laced with puzzling concern, "and what do you mean by this draenor? Forgive me, but I'm extremely confused, I know practically nothing of why I'm here."
Cordana almost prowled up to the young man, her face completely unreadable under her signature wardens helm; she stared at him for a moment,
"if you do not know why you are here then you are of no use to us."
her voice was cold and hard like glacial ice, maintaining eye contact with Manuka a few seconds longer before leaving the room and vanishing into nothingness.
Khadgar sighed and ran his hand through his silver hair,
"pay her no mind. Cordana is...passionate, about the cause we fight for. Come, let us rest for the night, tomorrow I will brief you myself."
A grin flashed across the Archmages face,
"Let's prove her wrong about you, hm?"
