Karazhan, the eerie castle and tower seemingly forgotten, once again welcomed their master.
Magic lights lit up the spacious hall, and between the cobweb-covered corridors, it seemed to return to the glorious days of yesteryear. Medivh and Mo Fei entered the banquet hall of Karazhan, one after the other.
Looking at the lingering spectres in the banquet hall, repeating the merriment and laughter of their past lives, a hint of pain and regret appeared on Medivh's face.
But this expression was fleeting and was replaced by solemnity and a sense of mission.
The two came to the bar. Mo Fei skillfully found a bottle of Moonshine from the bar, blew the dust off it, found two glasses, and poured a drink for each of them.
Medivh took the wine glass, looked around, and lamented, "It feels like a long time has passed, old friend."
"Not that long, just two or three years. By the way, where have you been all this time?"
