This looks very familiar. Large stone walls, deep mountainous rumblings, tremendous laughter coming from somewhere.
You're in Ironforge, thank goodness. Maybe someone here can help you out, as long as you can make it to where the mages are. You can see that you're in a small area with barrels, adorned with furs on the walls and pictures of dwarves all around. Stepping forward on the solid ground, you take a few moments to walk into a new room. You're clearly in one of the homes within Ironforge, so perhaps the owner is nearby.
No sooner do you even think the thought than the dwarf makes himself known. A large-bearded, gray-haired dwarf steps in from the front door, cracking his neck.
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