Messenger

Jaina had carefully hidden a magic mirror behind a bookcase. When its incantation was spoken, the mirror transformed into a window connected to another mirror. It was a variation of teleportation magic.

Jaina used the magic mirror to contact many people, but most often those in Dalaran. This time was no exception, except the first face reflected in the mirror after she activated it was not Rhonin, Dalaran's leader. It was someone she did not know well.

More precisely, he was an old man—or at least he looked like one. Jaina recognized him: Archmage Khadgar, one of Azeroth's most powerful mages. Though he appeared to be three times Jaina's age, she knew his true age was likely not much different from Rhonin's. Khadgar had lived in Outland for many years and had only returned to Dalaran shortly after the Dark Portal reopened. Jaina knew that much, but why was he the one standing before the magic mirror?

For a moment, the female mage did not know how to react. She merely smiled, though her eyes were filled with worry.

"Don't just stand there staring foolishly," Khadgar said reproachfully from within the mirror. "No matter how long you stare, I won't become any younger."

"That is true," Jaina said. She had not had much contact with this Archmage and did not know how to deal with him.

"Welcome, Lady Jaina," Khadgar said with a smile. "So... why did you think to contact us?"

For a moment, Jaina felt that her request was doomed to fail. Khadgar seemed to know what she wanted, and that was precisely why Rhonin had not appeared himself. Yet the female mage still clung to a sliver of hope.

Jaina first nodded respectfully to Khadgar. "May I ask, Rhonin...?"

"He has run into some trouble." Khadgar shook