The human seated opposite you presses his lips against his folded fingers as his eyes scan the map you’ve laid out between you. Though the map is written in the language of the Draenei, the human knows this world well. He was trapped on its original universe version for many years. You retrieve a second, smaller map and lay it over the map of Draenor, and tap a large circle you’ve already drawn.

“Kairoz and Garrosh came to this world through a portal in this part of Nagrand. I sensed that time within this perimeter is warped severely. He must be inside. I need your help to confront him.”

“At last, we’ll learn how all this came to be.” The human raises his head and your keen eyes watch as he subtly steels himself for the battle he knows is just ahead. He looks at you and you look back sympathetically. It makes him smile, if tiredly. “I am in contact with both the Alliance and the Horde. Give me some time and I will find us a champion.”

You trade apprehensive smiles. The two of you know what this means. You will track Kairoz down, approach him and, in all likelihood, kill him.

“Thank you, Archmage. I won’t be far. Come find me when you’re ready.”