It was so... ODD, standing on home ground again. The first administrator had said it had a touch more than three hundred years, but for him, more than five thousand years had passed, nearly three thousand and a half of that in active combat, with someone or something actively trying to kill him. It had been... educational, instructive, and enjoyable for a bit, but then it had gotten tedious and started to plod. He shook his head, and stepped back into the transport, two of the constructs heading back through the only planar portal to the plane to get directions and information about the Draenei's plane. That would be the second order of business, seeking them out, specifically E'Lune, and Jashah if she wasn't at his domain. He honestly expected the place to be as empty of the living as a cursed, forgotten tomb, but quietly hoped to be proven wrong. He settled in, fighting the urge to doze off for a couple seconds, the nightmares and worse lurked there, and he had no intention of relaxing until he was being treated again. He couldn't honestly say he functioned anymore, something that might amuse Jashah, he suspected, but now it was more a long, delayed fall, staggering blindly forward, hoping for relief before the two corruptions consumed him and V'elen.