“You haven’t needed to call me master in a long time,” smiled Halduron. “Still, I appreciate it. I know you have been summoned to Orgrimmar. I can’t tell you much but be open minded. I am certain you will.... see things... new things... I can’t say anything more. My knowledge is limited and what I know I have been told must remain secret. Changes are coming. Keep alert and follow your natural instincts.”

“Thank you, Master Brightwing,” said Dyer uneasily.

“Just remember, no matter what happens, Silvermoon is behind you, as am I.” With his final remark, Halduron gave him a sly smile and then walked back to be with the Lor’themar and Rommath.

Dyer paused for a moment and then continued making his way up the ramp. He reached the top and walked through the drapes into the chamber containing the Orb of Translocation.

The device sat on a large pillar in the middle of the circular chamber. A small ramp led around the the edge of the room leading up to a small platform by the top of the device. The orb itself looked like a giant glowing ball of magical energy with several small golden statues of Blood Elf females floating around it casting magical spells into its very heart.

No attendant was present since the device was very simple to use. The user simply needed to touch the device, wait a few seconds, and then they would be magically transported to the orb on the other end which in this case was in the ruins of Lordaeron, the capital of the Forsaken. Dyer sighed and then took hold of Bait in one hand and placed his other on the orb.