[He was grateful for the suddenly dry clothes, but any pleasure that came out of the fact that Medivh had actually bothered to dry them quietly withered at the question. It would appear that escaping it was indeed to much to ask.

He looked up at Medivh after a moment despite knowing that the conflict he was currently feeling would no doubt be visible in his eyes as they quietly searched the other man's eyes as if looking for something.]

I--saw something. In Karazhan. After the meeting with the orcs. I thought that they--I thought I might get answers to questions I had in regards to it.

[No sense really in saying he'd thought to get help from them. He really should have known they wouldn't bother to actually help. That had been partially one of the reasons he'd left, their lack of inclination to help people in need when it didn't suit them to do so.]