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.
"Wait Uhhh.... What the Hell?"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.
"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?"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.
"I'm assuming everyone is alright? I don't think I'm injured."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.