It's night time elsewhere. The night sky is bright, but filled with foreign stars. 

A desert stretches out beneath her, with deep runnels --like the tracks of something large and legless -- criss-crossing through it.

...Odd. And concerning. This is not Draenor, that is certain. She ought to have felt a teleportation spell that powerful.

Can she see anything that might have left the tracks?

There's some light in the distance, in the same direction of the tracks. It's dim, but it's there.

Worth looking, at least. She heads that way.

As she gets closer, the lights appear to be coming from inside buildings, shining through windows and such.

The buildings are also moving away from her.

Buildings generally don't move. Unless they're affixed to something which does.

That appears to be the case. The buildings... appear to be attached to a giant worm? Or at least something similarly alive and legless.

Well. That answers the mystery of the trails, she supposes. And raises new ones about how such beasts were tamed or trained.

As she gets closer, there are sounds of alarm-- horns and such-- from the city.

Hmph. Typical.

She banks wide around, out of bowshot.

They're not firing bows! But there is definitely some concern from the city.

It's only luck that he and Zana are in the city when the dragon passes over head.

Dragons aren't their remit, not by a long shot, but they're probably the best people to go investigate. They've got form dealing with absurdly powerful things. Dragons aren't necessarily unfriendly-- but they're not necessarily friendly either.

They get themselves and two of the local, leggy horses down the elevators on the sides of Shu'gohl, and ride after the dragon. 

Riders. And only two. Perhaps they will have information. She touches down on a convenient dune ahead of them.

The two riders catch up, and stop their horses shouting-distance from her. They're both human, and both armed-- but not well armed.

"What is your purpose here?"

"My purpose? That would depend on where here is, for it is nowhere I have seen before."

Okay... that is an answer, technically.

Zana glances at him, confused and concerned.

"Where did you come from?"

"A world that was once Draenor, though most now call it Outland."

Owain and Zana share a look of 'huh?'

"...do you know what Realm Draenor is in?"

"What is a realm?"

The confused expression deepens. It's possible that maybe this dragon had been isolated, and never encountered a realmgate before-- but that seemed like a back-justification to him.

Also he realisess that realms are weirdly hard to explain.

"They're-- they're the set firmament within the aether, each one tied to a distinct wind of magic--"

Zana cuts him off. "They're the little islands of reality. If you've only ever been to one, you might only know the one."

"They're not little."

"How big are these 'little' islands, typically?"

"They're small in comparison to the aether, but compared to other things they are quite large. They have multiple continents, and such."