Leareth is in the middle of an experiment. He's attempting a modified Gate-spell that routes through several other planes, in order to avoid detection and cross shields. Trial thirty-seven.
This time, it works, though it feels odd. He can't actually see the destination, only a shimmering curtain. He checks his shields and steps across.
...This is not where he intended to arrive. The light from the threshold behind him winks out.
Orient. He staggers, catches himself on the doorframe, and stares around the unfamiliar room, simultaneously playing his eyes over it, opening his mage-sight to sense for flows of magic, and reaches out with a mental probe to touch the surface thoughts of the strangely-clothed man who is currently staring at him.
"My apologies," he says out loud. "I did not mean to intrude."
