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Something shaped approximately like a human, appearing to be an albino young man dressed in white and sitting at the bar, looks over its shoulder and grins at the newcomer.

"Win a bet, did you?" he asks, curious.

Free Magic is not something Khadgar has ever sensed before. It seems like it's closest to what he knows as fel, though, the magic of Disorder that is known for being fueled by, and corruptive of, life.

The Free Magic alone, being strange, is enough to make Khadgar compose himself some. He still offers a smile to the young man but the sheer giddiness he had a moment ago is more restrained.

"Indeed! We've been arguing over the merits of my essays on Dimensional Convergence for years. It's not often such theoretical work gains such proof!" He gestures at the Window.

"Though I do have to say I wasn't trying to prove it just now," he adds, a little bemused. "Nor was I expecting there to be a tavern here. Perhaps you'd be willing to explain?"

"Absolutely," the creature smiles. He is at ease here, enjoying some sort of wine that more poetic drunks might say looks like liquid light.

But yes, beneath the skin there is that corruptive, chaotic force.

"As you say, this is a place of dimensional convergence," he spreads his hands to indicate the whole of the space occupied by the tavern. "Others may say it is a nexus, or a multiversal hub, a crossroads between worlds. Or a spatially- and temporally-fix pocket-universe unto itself."

"Most call it Milliways. It is the bar at the end of the universe."

If Khadgar is wary of his strange magic, he's hiding it well. He's worked with fel-users before.

Though none were this powerful.

"Hm, yes," Khadgar nods as he looks around the bar again, leaning on his staff slightly. "I see. I'll have to take care in my next essay to account for the temporal convergence as well." He's near giddy again, truly pleased to have been proven right.

"Milliways! A clever name. I should like to meet the owner of this fine establishment and congratulate them on their impressive entrepreneurial skills." He will not be surprised if it's the person he's talking to.

"Wouldn't we all?" he chuckles, wryly. "It is said the bar is overseen by the Landlord, an unknown being who chooses who is able to find this place, and when they may find a door. But none have ever met such a being, to the extent of my knowledge."

"For the most part, patrons of Milliways are left to their own devices, which really is for the best," he grins. "Milliways offers any and all food and drink items found within any world and time, and people likewise come here from different worlds, different versions of the same world, and different times within them. There are also rooms to rent, and various amenities not found in most mundane taverns."

"Though you are taking your arrival much better than most newcomers do - much less shock and denial, thankfully - tradition does dictate that a newcomer's first drink is free."

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Khadgar grins. "I assure you I am no stranger to traveling to new worlds. Times, on the other hand..." he gives a shrug. "I tend to leave that to dragons."

He takes his weight off his staff and steps forward to join the young man at Bar. He is not at all surprised when a glass of Dalaran red presents itself to him though the note that accompanies it telling him Welcome to Milliways! slightly does. "Ah, a construct! Yes, that would be most efficient. Thank you, my dear." He takes a sip of wine with a hum of pleasure.

"Marvelous. I am Khadgar," he says to them both with a slight bow, "of Azeroth." He has several titles but that seems like the only one to even have a chance of meaning something here.

There is absolutely no recognition of either the name or the world in the bright green eyes of the pale young man, but there is somewhat wry good cheer. "Good to meet you, Khadgar of Azeroth. I am called Yrael, of... well, of Milliways, mostly. I made my home here some years ago."

"The Bar does take very good care of her patrons," Yrael nods, smiling. "Though she can be quite pushy when she is feeling maternal."

On cue, a plate of fresh leafy greens and vegetables appear on the counter in front of Yrael, who puts a mock-horrified hand lightly to his chest. "You wound me, madam."