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Khadgar adjusted the strap of his bag where it rested across his chest as he made his way up a hill and found a rock to sit down on. He'd spent most of the morning walking, and he needed to rest and plan.
The first thing Khadgar did when he sat down was take his bag off and set it down. Even with the magic imbued in the material, it contained more books than he likely should have brought with him, and his shoulder was aching. It was a little sad to think that all his important possessions fit into a single bag, but it had certainly made his exit from Dalaran go quicker. He'd been able to feel everyone watching him as he'd packed, probably watching to make sure he didn't steal anything valuable or sabotage his old room. Honestly, it had been a relief to make a hasty exit, before he could change his mind or let his emotions get the better of him. Archmage Antonidas found the time to make it clear that there was nothing left for him in Dalaran, and he shouldn't even consider returning--Khadgar knew that would likely be the Council's decision, but it still hurt to hear, and he was glad he'd made it back to solid ground before dealing with that particular feeling.
Now he was just tired, a little hungry, and unsure about what to do next. He'd spent so much of his life having everything planned out for him that being free of responsibilities was... well, a little more frightening than freeing. In retrospect, Khadgar should have spent more time thinking about what he would do if he renounced his vows, but his last argument with the Council had escalated so fast, and his own anger had escalated so fast, and now here he was, back on the ground instead of safe in his flying home, with no clue where to go next. Considering his options, the closest idea would be to return to Lordaeron, but that wasn't an actual choice. There was no way he could go home and face his family. He didn't know what he could possibly say to them to make them understand his decision, and he wouldn't be surprised if they didn't even want to see him.
Khadgar was drawn out of his thoughts by a soft noise behind him, and he turned around to see a circular portal wobbling behind him. He'd studied some portal magic, but he hadn't gotten a chance to try any of it--one of the many things he'd been forbidden to do by the Council--so he picked up his bag and approached the portal with curiosity. Through the middle he could make out a hazy vision of some trees, and he wondered if maybe it was a portal to the forest outside of Stormwind. That was the only other kingdom he could think of going to, but it was a long way away and he'd have to venture through the dwarven lands to get there. He wasn't sure where this portal had come from, and it was probably a dangerous idea to go through it, but his dangerous ideas hadn't gotten him killed yet, so before he could question it, he closed his eyes and stepped through the portal.
Sure enough, he was surrounded by trees now, but the sound of water close by was unexpected. Khadgar threw the strap of his bag back over his shoulder and headed away from the sound, figuring that was the most likely way to find a town. The little voice in the back of his head was eagerly telling him this might not have been the smartest decision, but when he turned back around, the portal was gone, so there wasn't much he could do now but move.
[Establishy!]
The first thing Khadgar did when he sat down was take his bag off and set it down. Even with the magic imbued in the material, it contained more books than he likely should have brought with him, and his shoulder was aching. It was a little sad to think that all his important possessions fit into a single bag, but it had certainly made his exit from Dalaran go quicker. He'd been able to feel everyone watching him as he'd packed, probably watching to make sure he didn't steal anything valuable or sabotage his old room. Honestly, it had been a relief to make a hasty exit, before he could change his mind or let his emotions get the better of him. Archmage Antonidas found the time to make it clear that there was nothing left for him in Dalaran, and he shouldn't even consider returning--Khadgar knew that would likely be the Council's decision, but it still hurt to hear, and he was glad he'd made it back to solid ground before dealing with that particular feeling.
Now he was just tired, a little hungry, and unsure about what to do next. He'd spent so much of his life having everything planned out for him that being free of responsibilities was... well, a little more frightening than freeing. In retrospect, Khadgar should have spent more time thinking about what he would do if he renounced his vows, but his last argument with the Council had escalated so fast, and his own anger had escalated so fast, and now here he was, back on the ground instead of safe in his flying home, with no clue where to go next. Considering his options, the closest idea would be to return to Lordaeron, but that wasn't an actual choice. There was no way he could go home and face his family. He didn't know what he could possibly say to them to make them understand his decision, and he wouldn't be surprised if they didn't even want to see him.
Khadgar was drawn out of his thoughts by a soft noise behind him, and he turned around to see a circular portal wobbling behind him. He'd studied some portal magic, but he hadn't gotten a chance to try any of it--one of the many things he'd been forbidden to do by the Council--so he picked up his bag and approached the portal with curiosity. Through the middle he could make out a hazy vision of some trees, and he wondered if maybe it was a portal to the forest outside of Stormwind. That was the only other kingdom he could think of going to, but it was a long way away and he'd have to venture through the dwarven lands to get there. He wasn't sure where this portal had come from, and it was probably a dangerous idea to go through it, but his dangerous ideas hadn't gotten him killed yet, so before he could question it, he closed his eyes and stepped through the portal.
Sure enough, he was surrounded by trees now, but the sound of water close by was unexpected. Khadgar threw the strap of his bag back over his shoulder and headed away from the sound, figuring that was the most likely way to find a town. The little voice in the back of his head was eagerly telling him this might not have been the smartest decision, but when he turned back around, the portal was gone, so there wasn't much he could do now but move.
[Establishy!]