Lothar had been there over few days himself, and while he'd spoken to many regarding the odd displacement he was still nowhere near understanding why he'd been brought there. Yes, he definitely wishes to find a way back home, particularly after what had happened which he was still trying to process. As it was, there was no one he knew that could help him make sense of the present situation. Anduin Lothar was a warrior, not a mage with a portal. And it was indeed going to take some form of magic to get back him back to Azeroth - where he felt he was needed more.

For now, the champion is resorted to waiting: for more information, or for someone else he knew to arrive. Even despite all the loss he'd endured, first with Callan, then Medivh and Llane, he found himself hoping that someone would come sooner, rather than later.

Lothar got his first experience with a couple of demons the day before. One bold enough to try and attack. The warrior was a great deal quicker and managed to successfully destroy it with the sword that made the journey with him to these lands. But the following evening, he happened to find himself in the right place at the right time and it was that unmistakable glow of blue light that caught his attention.

Sparing no time, he made his way over and removed the demons the same way as he did the ones from the evening before and when the threats were gone, Lothar blinked up at Khadgar with shocked blue eyes before narrowing them.

"Spell-chucker?" he asked breathlessly.