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Hour: Afternoon

"Bloody hell… where the… what the hell happened?" Graham mumbles as he sits up. His silver hair was disheveled and filled with leaves. His chest hurt and he was sure a rib or two was broke. He knew he had fallen from a tree, but the event had knocked him out, so he didn't know when. Looking around though, Graham was startled by the scenery. The trees were gorgeous. With purple leaves and ashen bark. The trees nearly blotted out the sun, giving everything a sleepy, twilight look. Owls hooted in the distance and wind rustled the leaves.

"Whoa…" Graham gasps, temporarily forgetting his pain. Standing up, Graham looks around, admiring everything. He didn't even seem to notice that he had begun walking, trying to see more of the gorgeous forest. That is, until he rather gracelessly tripped over a root, shouting in pain as he landed on his wounded side.

Deciding that adventure could wait, Graham tends to his injuries, bandaging his chest and cleaning any cuts or scrapes. Afterwards, Graham continues on. He had yet to find a path, but he wasn't too bothered. He felt secure as is, like the forest was peaceful and free of danger. When night fell, the light of the forest seemed to change little. It was like twilight was eternal here. Graham decides to bed down for the night. He eats a small ration of his travel food and then goes to sleep.

The next morning, Graham is on his feet and continues walking. He had no clue where he was going, as the trees obscured the sky and made charting a direction difficult. He could be walking in circles. However, Graham soon finds a road, and he decides to follow it. Walking along, Graham occasionally passes a lantern of odd sorts. It seemed to be made out of a plant, and the lantern gave off a blue glow. Graham inspects the lanterns curiously, but finally moves on. He whistles a tune as he walks.

After some time, when Graham figured it must be night, he lays down for the night once more, just off the road. He eats briefly before going to bed. However, he is awoken by movement. He sits up, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He was looking up into the glowing white eyes of three armored women. From their ears, they were some sort of elf. "Huhh…" Graham kind of lets out a confused noise as he looks the women over. Their skin had a blued hue. "Who… what?" Graham asks, confused. The nearest elf woman asks Graham something, but he cannot understand the language. Graham looks at her. "I am afraid I don't understand, madam." He responds politely. The woman cocks her head. She seems to think for a moment, then gesture for Graham to follow them. Graham just nods, deciding he was at a disadvantage here. Besides, he was not one to turn down a lady. Even if she was a different race and nearly seven feet tall.

Standing up and gathering his stuff, Graham looks at the women, who had gotten back on the road. He gets on the road with them and they begin walking. He follows quietly. He tries to ask questions, here and there, but to no avail. It seemed the languages they spoke were nothing alike. Graham couldn't complain though. The ladies had shown no hostility thus far.

The trek took quite a few hours, but finally, a small village on an island on a lake came into view. Graham looks at it, enjoying the architecture, which seemed to integrate with the land. The women lead him across a bridge, onto the island and to the largest building. Two of the women stop outside, while the leader takes Graham into the building. He is told to halt, near an elven woman in a dress with green hair. The woman who led him hear then leaves and comes back with a blue haired, elven man who was over seven feet tall. Graham eyes the man, surprised by the height. The man nods to him and says something to Graham. Graham simply shrugs as he cannot understand. The man nods and casts some spell. "How about now, can you understand me?"

Graham is surprised. He nods. "Aye, sir. You are quite intelligible now." Graham responds. The man nods, satisfied. He gestures to a chair, for Graham to take a seat. Graham does so, and the man sits across from him.

"I am Faldreas Goeth'Shael. Who are you?" The man asks politely.

"Ah, my name is Graham sir. Of the Ashcroft family. Fourth in line, and sixth in blood." Graham replies. Faldreas nods.

"I am not familiar with that name. It sounds vaguely like a name from the Kingdom of Gilneas." Faldreas comments.

"Gilneas? What's that?" Graham inquires.

"You don't know? Well, that no doubt means you aren't from there, human." Faldreas says, surprised.

Graham shakes his head. "I'm neither from this Gilneas, nor am I human sir. I am an Endarian, and I hail from the Empire of Endaria. I know I look human, but my age would give me away. I'm a few millenia old you see."

"Well, you are more like a night elf in that way then!" Faldreas says, thoroughly surprised by Graham's age. "What is the Empire you speak of? I've never heard of it." Faldreas continues.

Graham raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean? You don't know of Endaria? We're only the largest and most powerful force on the continent of Atichland… But… well… you said night elf? I'm not familiar with that species. I do believe I came through a portal to get here. As this place is nothing like where I was when I was snatched by that shimmer on the road…" Graham says, running on as he thought out loud to himself.

"A portal you say? Well, then you may very well be different. You say it wasn't intentional either?" Faldreas asks. Graham merely shakes his head. Faldreas nods. "Well, that certainly is curious. Faldreas looks at the green haired elf. "Kimlya, will you get us some Darnassian wine?" Faldreas asks. The woman, presumably Kimlya, nods and goes to do so.

"Where am I, if I may ask?" Graham asks politely.

"You are in the town of Astranaar, in Ashenvale. We are on the continent of Kalimdor." Faldreas informs. Graham nods, processing the information. Kimlya comes back with two glasses of the wine. Graham takes a glass gratefully and sips from it. The taste is unique to him, but he could get used to it.

"I love the scenery, I'll confess. It is gorgeous here." Graham comments. Faldreas smiles softly, nodding.

"As is all night elven land. It is good that you like it though." Faldreas responds, drinking from his glass. "I will see what I can do about your predicament, as it sounds like you have found yourself in one. Until then, I recommend you rest here. Kimlya is kind, and she will make sure you have a place to stay for the night." Faldreas says, standing up. "The spell I cast will allow for you to communicate with those around here, so you should hopefully have no problems."

"Thank you, Messer Goeth'Shael." Graham thanks the elf politely. Faldreas nods and leaves. Graham then looks at Kimlya and nods in greeting. "So… hello."