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[archmagetrust]

[OOM: The Dark Portal is destroyed and the forces of Azeroth must seek shelter on the world of Draenor.]

The Door does not open.

Instead there's a flash of purple light in the form of concentric, oval rings. An older man in dusty blue and silver robes and holding a staff appears at the center of them and for a moment he looks terribly confused. His eyes start to glow the same shade of purple as he looks around, stopping when he spots the Window. The glow fades as his mouth falls open.

Then he grins. "Ha HA! I knew it! Modera owes me a drink!"



[OOC: Open all weekend!]

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[buh_bye]

"Yes," says Death, "And this place is a business."

Death smiles at the double meaning of the phrase.

[archmagetrust]

Khadgar watches as the coins disappear and then pockets the small jar.

"Are you the proprietor then, sir?"

It would make sense, he thinks, since this is the end of the universe.