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Hour: Mid-Sunset
Matrellus's eyes fluttered open. He was staring at a stone ceiling as he was lying down on what felt like a mattress. A short mattress that his feet hung off of. Sitting up, Matrellus looked around. The entire room was made of stone. A fireplace sat in the corner. The archway into the room was short. Perhaps 6 feet. A black bearded dwarf walks in. He says something to Matrellus, but Matrellus doesn't understand. Matrellus thinks, and recalls a translation spell he had learned so he could engage in trade deals in Canda. He quickly casts the spell with what energy he had.
"Sorry… could you repeat that?" Matrellus asks softly.
"Ah, I was jes sayin, yer finally awake." The dwarf says. "Yer lucky I found ye while I was out huntin. What were you doin, out in the snow in that kinda clothin?" He asks.
"Well, it wasn't voluntary. I was… well… I can only presume I was teleported. The place I came from was far warmer." Matrellus informs. The dwarf nods.
"And where might ye be from, laddie?" The dwarf asks.
"I'm from the Endarian Empire…" Matrellus says quietly.
"Endari… I don't believe I have heard of that place." The dwarf responds. Matrellus nods.
"Odd… simply teleporting was odd enough, but it seems more than that happened…" Matrellus mumbles to himself.
"Would ye like fer some ale, laddie?" The dwarf asks. Matrellus nods, and the dwarf leaves.
Soon, the dwarf comes back with a mug of ale and hands it to Matrellus, who takes it. "Thanks." Matrellus nods his head in gratitude. He sips the ale. He then looks at the dwarf. "Where am I?" Matrellus asks.
"Yer in Dun Morogh, within the domain of Ironforge." The dwarf replies informatively. Matrellus just nods, processing the information. He sips his ale and closes his eyes, thinking.
"I honestly don't know what to do from here." Matrellus says after a moment. "I am unfamiliar with this land."
"Well, yer best bet is to go to Ironforge. It is linked to Stormwind and ye might find what ye be lookin fer in one of those cities." The dwarf says.
Matrellus nods. "How do I get there?"
"I can get ye a map. Oh, and a cloak to keep ye warm." The dwarf replies.
Matrellus sips his ale and nods. "Thank you. That would be great."
"I'll make sure to take care of it for ye. But, for now, ye need yer rest. Ye nearly died after all." The dwarf says. Matrellus just nods and sips his ale.
After he drains the mug of its contents, Matrellus lies back down. The dwarf had left the room.
When he woke up, Matrellus could smell meat cooking. He gets out of bed and follows the smell. In the kitchen, a female dwarf is at work. She looks up at Matrellus. "Ah, hello there. So yer the man my husband dragged in. I'm working on dinner right now. What is yer name?" She asks.
"Matrellus… Matrellus Barenzian." Matrellus says, simply. The dwarf woman nods.
"Well, I am Mira, and my husband is Thordren." She says, introducing herself. Matrellus nods in greeting. Matrellus sits down in a chair and sighs. He was a quiet type and decided to take the time to think on his predicament.
When dinner was served, Matrellus ate quietly unless he was asked a question. Afterwards, he asked Thordren questions about the land he was in. Soon after, Matrellus went to bed.
The next day, Matrellus got up early. Thordren was there. He hands Matrellus a map, a cloak, and food for the journey. "Be careful laddie." Thordren says, before opening the door for Matrellus.
"Thank you again, sir. I hope to find answers." Matrellus says, and then he steps out into the snow.