#darnassiantransient

Well, something had clearly not gone as it should’ve, the Arcanist coughed as he took in the dusty- so damn dusty- clearly underground room he had found himself into. This wasn’t where the portal to Dalaran was supposed to go and he would know, he’d used the damned thing quite a few times by now and, besides, he wasn’t given to making mistakes on such simple things.

And this place looked nothing like Dalaran, anyway, he scoffed, nudging what seemed like a very dusty bottle left on top of an equally very dusty table, coughing again as a cloud of the stuff rose around him.

And he wasn’t alone, he realized one heartbeat later, wheeling around towards the stranger, also coughing at the dust, who seemed to have materialized into...wherever this was right after himself.