Not all the bodies were phantoms. One in particular dragged itself out from the pile of illusionary corpses, brushing off anachronistic and out of place armor. "Milady Brugh?" the man inquired, arching an eyebrow at the knife-wielding woman.

"Where are we?" The last thing Khel recalled was attempting a brief ethereal travel. Then something about fears rushing past him, and suddenly he'd been catapulted ... here.