Mar always liked it when the escort mobs moved at a pace faster than 'a slow mosey', so he kept pace perfectly. When he entered...

That was when the sensorium projected a massive snow plain around them. The two of them stood on a broken road, their backs to a cliff where it seemed the road had once stretched out before a bridge crumbled in long-past ages. In front of them, Wyrmrest Temple stretched into the sky, red dragons wheeling around it.