The white mage was suddenly sent through possibly the world's most colorful portal, with a rainbow of colors spinning around him.  He thought he heard a few voices speaking, but the mage was too distracted by his surroundings to give them any real attention.

The portal stopped abruptly, depositing the parts into a dome shaped room.  The room was bare aside from four large columns that supported the ... ceiling?  Was it a ceiling?  In place of where stone or wood would normally be, Durandal simply saw a starry sky.  Like the dreamwalker, he initially believed it was an ornate painting.  But when a shooting star moved across the white mage spoke before thinking.

[url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s1IGueGDYay8]"Wait Uhhh.... What the Hell?"
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To him, the seemingly impossible roof was only the first of his issues with the area.  He looked around, seeing that the room was incredibly large, perhaps larger than the original tower.

[url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s0FanRCdxGY3]"This room couldn't have fit in the tower.  That building was far too small ... and it was daytime outside ... right?  Not the middle of the night?"[/url]

Acamen once again looked at the ceiling, and realized that he was starting to panic.  He closed his eyes, concentrating on casting a simple cantrip.  He summoned up a small orb of light over his head, more as an exercise of sanity than for any sort of practical purpose.  With his mind cleared, he turned to the others.

[url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s02NYnm21Zbj]"I'm assuming everyone is alright?  I don't think I'm injured."[/url]

If someone was injured, it would be one of his jobs to heal them.  It wasn't his favorite part of magic, but a hurt person right now would only add to the parties confusion.