Lothar gave up. He threw a book he'd been pretending to read away.

"You really need sunlight, you know. Look at your pale skin."

"Hmm?"

"You need sunlight! fresh air! Not some musty and stuffy air of this room!"

"Yes. True, true."

"It's been days since you stuck in this-, you're not listening to me."

"I agree."

"...I know you're hiding a demon's tail under your fancy robe."

"Of course."

"Seven dragons are dancing in our courtyard right there."

"True, you're right."

Medivh murmured, didn't even give the warrior a glimpse. Lothar growled, realizing his friend's just giving him random words and not paying a attention. Lothar snapped the book which Medivh's been lost himself in, then threw it away onto the table. There were already several piles of books that the young mage had heaped up for last few days.

"You wish you remember what page and line I was reading, Anduin Lothar."

Medivh hissed coldly, his neat eyebrows furrowed with irritation. Lothar gulped and made a quick check if the mage's eyes or hands were emitting blue hue of magic, though the mage'd never wield the power against his friends. Medivh's eyes were gleaming, but not in blue but in green of his genuine orbs. His hands were opened to Lothar, but just waiting the warrior gives him back his book.

Lothar smiled in relief. Instead kindly giving his friend the book, the future champion put his heavy arm around the mage's slender body and led him to a couch. Medivh reluctantly sat down.

"Come on, Med. Haven't you had enough with those books?"

"There's always-"

"Something to learn, I know."

Finished Lothar. He lifted the mage's wrist and made it dangle in the air.

"Look at you. How can you wield magic with this skinny body?"

"I'm not skinny. Don't compare me with you or your even monstrous friends in the royal guard."

"Then how about your skin? you can't say it's not pale."

Medivh retreated his hand from the warrior's grab and observed it carefully. It seemed perfectly normal, but on second thought, it seemed pale as Lothar said.

"Few days out wouldn't jeopardize your study."

Almost ignoring the warrior's words, Medivh tilted his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. Once he eased his concentration on text and lune, dull fatigue waved through his body. Indeed, he didn't know how many nights he'd stayed up devouring old books from the royal library. He rubbed his eyelids lazily.

"You need adventure."

"You mean you need adventure."

"Me, always. But think about Llane."

Lothar sat by the mage and continued enthusiastically as his sharp eyes catched the mage's long eyelashes trembled subtlely as he brought up the prince's name. He knew Medivh is always a bit soft on Llane.

"See, Llane will come back soon from Ironforge. He must be tired from heavy burden of emissary. I bet he wants some adventure."

"Possible. Maybe to somewhere east?"

"Right? Oh! I heard the report from eastern guard post of Elwynn Forest. They said there are fish men, called Murlos."

"Murlocs."

"Right, that was it. They invaded small harbors and villages near the coast."

"So I heard."

"What do you think about we take a look? Llane would like it."

"Hmmm."

Medivh slowly noded in deep thought. Lothar didn't miss subtle curl on the mage's lips. So it's done, Lothar thought, amused by his ability of oratory. His nagging institutor's torment lectures finally paid off.

Lothar walked into Llane's room without knocking, and Medivh followed like a tail. They were in their usual hunter's grab, ready for long ride and journey. Llane knitted his eyebrows in wonder, but soon the wonder was replaced with annoyance.

"To where? I've just come back from Ironfor-"

Llane trailed off his voice as Lothar eyeing and gesturing something behind Medivh's back. Something concerned with Medivh, something about book reading, something- crazy? Llane laughed and swiftly shifted his tone. He entirely understood what Lothar was trying to say.

"-rge, and few days out to eastern coast of Elwynn Forest would be refreshing."

Llane could hear a sigh of relief from Lothar. While Llane giving himself to servants' hands changing his clothes, Lothar lounged on a couch, and Medivh looked around what Llane brought from the biggest city of Dwarves.

As Llane gestured, servants brought his hunter's grab and helped him changes his clothes again. But more hands didn't mean shortening time, and that fact Lothar didn't like.

"When are you done?"

"When it's done."

Lothar grumbled. His patience was running out.

"It doesn't make sense it takes that much time to just change your clothes, and even more so when you have five persons to help. What do you think, Med?"

"I think-"

Medivh turned his eyes to Llane from stuffs on the table.

"The embroidery on your sleeves is exquisite. Is it new?"

"Oh, this? Yes, tasteful isn't it? I'll send you one to your room later."

"Tasteful, indeed. Thank you."

Lothar growled and sank deeper into the couch.